I found out about this fight by accident, I had no idea that Amanda Nunes and Cris Cyborg were going to fight, this is a fight that I wanted to happen one day.
The first video about this fight that I saw was a YouTube video called Amanda Nunes Vs Cris Cyborg | RECAP | UFC 232 by the YouTube channel UFC ON FOX, but they removed that video so here are some other highlights of that fight:
I am not sure if this is one dream with several transitions or several dreams, and so I will type it as one dream.
This dream or dreams took place possibly during the day, evening, and night across possibly more than a day.
This part of the dream took place in and near a fictional college campus that somewhat reminded me of a fictional version of MS University, and I possibly stayed at a fictional multi-story dorm across the street from the middle of a parking lot that looked like the middle of the parking lot of the C Dorm and a former dorm turned office building at MS University.
A lot more happened during this part of the dream that I can not remember that involved things inside the dorm, around campus, possible college-related things, and at some businesses and stores near the campus.
My former male classmate JC was either mentioned or thought of or was in part of the dream, and I had some interactions with various people I can not remember.
At the end of this part of the dream I returned to the dorm where I assume that I stayed, I remember going up several floors, and as I did this I passed various dorm rooms et cetera with some of them possibly being along halls and stairways et cetera but I can not remember.
My dorm room was on an upper floor I assume but I can not remember if mine was out in the open or if it was inside a normal room, there was more to this part of the dream, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
This part of the dream is confusing because it seemed that I was still inside the dorm, but maybe it was or somehow became my parent’s house.
My brother GC and I were there alone, and our parent’s were gone out-of-town somewhere.
I had recently arrived back from somewhere like at the end of the first part of the dream, and so this was possibly a continuation.
Suddenly I noticed an obese woman with medium-to-dark color skin with black hair inside the house and slowly more of her mostly female obese family members with about the same skin color and hair color showed up, and some fictional family members of mine showed up slowly as well.
The woman and most of her family were possibly family members of my former male classmate MP, some of them were possibly fictional family members of mine but I can not remember, and they said that they were here to stay a few days.
My brother GC and I knew nothing of this so I called my parent’s on my mobile phone, and my mom said that they had given them permission to stay a few days because they needed somewhere to stay a few days while they were possibly visiting family members in the area or something like that.
I briefly talked with them and let them pick their rooms et cetera, to make space my brother GC and I possibly shared a small room that had two twin-sized beds, and at some point I went outside to a fictional tower between my brother GC’s dog Cloud and my brother TDC’s dog Jack so that I could have a break away from all of the people who were having a good time acting like they lived at our house.
The tower was a bedroom that my brother GC would use sometimes, it was a simple tower with screen walls that you could see through with part of the walls possibly being open so there was not much privacy and you could feel the wind and see and hear everything so it was like being outside with some shade and only partial protection from bugs, and the floor was just a square wooden board with the red and white blanket from the living room covering it.
The tower was not really sturdy enough et cetera to be a full-time bedroom, it was more like a tree house or tent that you might sleep in or sit in sometimes, and there was no furniture and it was only big enough for maybe two or three people to sleep on the floor of it.
I wondered how did my brother use this as a bedroom sometimes, it was nice having a view and feeling the wind and getting to enjoy the outdoors, but there was no privacy and insects could get in and there as not enough space and it was not sturdy enough and there was nothing up there but a blanket.
I relaxed for a moment and then I climbed back down, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
This part of the dream involved me somehow watching a UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship)mixed martial arts fight that was maybe a video or something that I was watching, and oddly the fight was taking place at The BP Library between two book shelves in the adult fiction section.
There were a few spectators, two male ring announcers, the cornermen and coaches for each fighter, maybe Dana White was there, a film crew, et cetera were there.
Both fighters were men who had either dark-light color skin or light-medium color skin with one fighter possibly being slightly lighter skinned than the other (one may have been from Italy and the other possibly Brazil or Portugal) with both of them having dark-color hair, one fighter was possibly more of a grappler, while the other fighter was possibly more of a striker.
The fight ended early in the first round, the grappler was taking a lot of hits and was so dazed that his legs were weak and he was completely missing his strikes et cetera, and so his cornermen ran up to stop the fight but he refused to quit so the fight continued.
He swung in the wrong direction like he was now seeing several versions of his opponent, he moved out of view from the camera, and then I heard the announcers say that he took a hard kick and was knocked unconscious and the fight was over.
By the time the camera got back on him he was being carried away on a stretcher, the announcers expected a replay of the knockout but there was not one, and so one of the announcers said that he was disappointed by that and then continued talking about what happened.
Last night and this morning I was tired and I kept briefly going to sleep and waking up between commercial breaks and sometimes during television episodes when watching the Toonami anime lineup, and afterward I went to sleep and I woke up and went back to sleep various times with a sore back et cetera and I had some dreams but I can not remember them except for part of the end of my last dream.
An earlier forgotten part of this dream possibly involved some of my family like my mom and maybe my dad and maybe my brother GC, but I can not remember.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was watching television and I remember seeing part of a television program that looked like it was a Christian television broadcast like The Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN) or something like that, and a performance was just starting on a stage involving several middle age to older men and the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) mixed martial artist Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone was the special guest who was performing with them.
Mr. Cerrone possibly entered the stage from the far right side with a middle age or older man with dark-color skin with black hair with maybe an American themed top hat, and for some unknown reason Mr. Cerrone grabbed the older man and pinned him against the wall on the right side of the stage overpowering him and roughing him up a bit without striking him and then it looked like he poked the man in the eye with a pen after saying something to him before finally letting him go.
This surprised and angered me, and then I learned through the news that the UFC had suspended Mr. Cerrone for doing that and that he was not going to be able to fight in the next UFC event so the UFC was replacing him with another mixed martial artist for that fight at the next UFC event.
I was so angered by Mr. Cerrone roughing up an old man like that, that I wanted to fight Mr. Cerrone in a mixed martial arts fight even though I am in a higher weight class than him, and I was even willing to try to drop weight again so that I could fight him.
I remember that it was day and I was across the street from the Walmart in the city of D at a small shopping center, but I am not sure if I was driving or about to drive away or what I was doing.
I just know that I wanted to use clinch fighting against Mr. Cerrone and to just embarrass him throughout the entire fight by constantly overpowering him with clinches and clinch strikes et cetera, and I daydreamed about how the fight might go several times.
These daydreams were so realistic that it is possible that one of them was of us really fighting, I possibly called out Mr. Cerrone and I possibly got a probably unofficial mixed martial arts fight set up, and maybe we really fought.
I remember clinching Mr. Cerrone and slamming him against the cage keeping him in the clinch constantly and occasionally punching, elbowing, kneeing, et cetera him while talking to him about why I was doing this and somewhat taunting him as punishment and to teach him a lesson.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
I had one or more dreams that involved language learning and trying to use the language or languages that were being learned by speaking to people in the language(s) et cetera, Esperanto was probably the language or one of the languages being learned / used and maybe just maybe Irish (Gaelic) was another one of the languages that were being learned and / or used (the mixed martial artist Conor McGregor was possibly the dream character learning and / or using Irish (Gaelic), and several dream characters were involved in this and I was probably involved as well depending on the dream or the part of the dream.
There is a possibility that one or more of these dream characters were possibly involved in one or more theft or robbery situations with that dream character or those dream characters as the thief (thieves) / robber (robbers), possibly Conor McGregor was doing this for fun, but I can not remember if that is correct or not.
There were two male ring announcers commentating, the referee was a man with light-color skin, and Conor McGregor was about to fight another man.
Mr. McGregor was completely overconfident and was way too relaxed, and he was bouncing around smiling like he expected to win this fight very easily and quickly so he was not worried at all and he was not taking this fight seriously at all.
After the pre-fight stuff it was time for the fight, the fight started, and Mr. McGregor was still smiling and bouncing around running in to attack with his head leaning forward without blocking and he kept having his guard (hands) down not protecting himself.
I remember the ring announcers talking about how Mr. McGregor was fighting very stupidly by charging in with his head forward not blocking or guarding himself, and they said that he was risking getting knocked out (unconscious).
Mr. McGregor’s opponent did a good job avoiding Mr. McGregor’s charge-in attacks, and he was countering well.
At some point Mr. McGregor’s opponent took advantage of Mr. McGregor not guarding himself or blocking and constantly pushing forward with his head exposed by either knocking Mr. McGregor unconscious or he choked Mr. McGregor unconscious with a chokehold, I am not sure which, I just know that Mr. McGregor was unconscious on the mat and his opponent won the fight.
The ring announcers talked about how Mr. McGregor lost this fight because of fighting stupidly and by not taking the fight seriously because of his overconfidence et cetera, and Mr. McGregor was possibly still unconscious on the mat as the officials checked on him.
But I woke up.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was looking at a bookshelf or cart with some books on it, the books had labels on them, and I remember reading the labels and I could see the words and letters on them but I woke up.
I woke up remembering the exact letters (most of the books had the same letters) and the words (one of the books had a lot of words that were like a title or phrase), but I forget this when I was washing my face before going to voice record my dreams.