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.
I was very nervous in a realistic way like I would be in real life so my anxiety levels were high and I was getting an energy boost from the anxiety, and my body in the real world was getting an anxiety reaction as well.
My former male classmate DH was possibly there and if he was there he was either one of my coaches or he just gave me some advice before going to sit in the stands, but I can not remember.
I remember standing nervously in a circular sunken area that was near the seating area, this was the area where the fighters and coaches et cetera who were waiting to fight next waited, and there was at least one circular table with tall chairs.
There was a fight still going on in the cage (octagon), and I remember hearing two male ring announcers take a moment between rounds to talk about my opponent and I.
My opponent was a tall thin possibly tattooed man with light-color skin with yellow hair, he was taller than me and he had more reach than me and he had more experience than me and he was more relaxed than me, and I think that the ring announcers said that I had one or two previous fights that I had won.
My opponent was bouncing around warming up, as I moved around nervously, and a relaxed thin woman (I think she was a woman, she looked somewhat like a woman (imagine maybe someone like (just an example, this woman did not look like them exactly) a fictional younger Tilda Swinton and Ivy Mayfair-Richards and another woman) combined with a young man like Justin Bieber and / or another young man but she sounded like a woman or somewhat androgynous; basically her clothing (maybe a long-sleeve shirt and pants), appearance, maybe voice, hairstyle, and personality were pretty androgynous) with light-color skin with short maybe yellow and brown or some color hair (it was probably hard to tell because of her somewhat unique hairstyle and short hair) walked over to me.
This assumed woman seemed to be my coach or one of my coaches, and she walked over to give me some advice and to help calm me down so she walked over to me closely and maybe she put her hands on my shoulders and she started talking to me.
She told me to try to relax, that things were going to be okay, that I could do this (that I could defeat this opponent), she told me to control my breathing and she told me avoid breathing on my opponent because I did not want to help cool him down (which is an interesting concept that I have never thought of before, the idea was to not give your opponent any help / advantage, assume that even the slightest breath might help cool them down slightly) and she told me to tilt my head to the side when grappling / clinching when I need to breathe and she said that if I need to breathe through my mouth that I should barely open it and that I should breathe from the side of my mouth and she showed me how to do this, she told me to keep my guard up and to tuck in my chin and to keep my shoulders up and lean my forehead forward, she told me to not do anything fancy, she told me to pace myself and to not tire myself out, et cetera.
She was very calm and reassuring and this helped me to feel a bit better, and I started practicing some of the things that she told me as she sat at the table very relaxed as we waited for my turn to fight; and I felt more comfortable now after my assumed coach’s advice and encouragement, and I was glad that she was there and I was going to ask for some more advice once I finish practicing a bit first.
I started to daydream about how to react in various scenarios during the fight and I probably daydreamed various versions of the fight that were so detailed that I am not sure if I actually fought or not, but I assume that I was daydreaming to prepare myself for many possibilities so that I would be ready which would be helpful because of how nervous I was.
I remember daydreaming the fight starting and being nervous but practicing what my coach told me and trying to stay calm, I remember touching gloves with my opponent, and then moving around and then going in for my attack.
I went to fake a left jab, I went for a left leg kick while faking the jab, then I hit him with a left hook, and then I clinched him and I got some strikes in before taking him down to the mat.
There I got a few strikes in but his ground game on his back was better than mine so I stood back up, I went for a fake again, and then I hit him with a flying knee which knocked him down and I finished him with some ground-and-pound strikes.
But that was probably just one of several versions of the fight that I daydreamed, this all felt so realistic and I was nervous but excited to see how I would do in this fight, and there were cameras there so the fights were probably being televised so I did not want to lose or get beat up too badly.
But I probably woke up before it was time to fight because my body was reacting to the anxiety in the real world, and the energy boost from it probably woke me up.
I woke up feeling the same anxiety and energy boost and excitement from the dream.
One part of this dream possibly involved my aunt JE in some way, but I can not remember.
All that I can remember of this dream is that at some point in the dream I was inside a multi-purpose multi-story building that was a hospital and a college building, and I remember walking around on different floors of the building in the hospital parts of the building mostly.
I remember seeing doctors and nurses et cetera as I walked around, rode elevators, and walked up stairways et cetera but I can not remember what I did or what I was trying to do; I just remember hearing something about terrorism and / or a terrorist attack, and maybe the police were looking for someone and / or people were on alert so they were on the lookout for suspicious behavior.
At some point after exploring the hospital parts of the building I reached a college part of the building where I saw some students walking around, I saw a male student leave an elevator that I was going to use, and then I saw a stairway open up to or from the floor above and a male student with light-color skin asked me to push a button after he walked down from a classroom using the stairway and the button possibly closed the stairway again which was pretty amazing even to me in the dream because I had not seen anything like this before.
We said something to each other that I can not remember as I walked to the elevator, and then I took the elevator down to the 1st floor and I walked outside the building to what looked like a college campus with students all around.
I saw my mom and she was walking somewhere so I joined her, at some point I guess she reached her destination and then she left I assume because I do not remember seeing her again after this, and then I remember walking through the college campus realizing that I was now wearing only pajamas (a T-shirt and some pajama pants) so I felt weird and uncomfortable and self-conscious and some of the students looked at me funny sometimes as I walked around.
I walked through a cafeteria and then a courtyard full of students, and I saw a raised piece of land with a one-story building on it that was near a quiet road next to the wilderness so I walked that way like I was going to leave the college campus.
Once I reached the raised piece of land with the building on it, a small army of men from African (African) (somehow I knew this) who seemed to be part of a terrorist group, started attacking the college from behind me in the direction that I had just walked from.
They had a small army, literally (at least over 100 men, possibly hundreds), and they had dirty old small single cab trucks and horses and some were on foot.
They were shooting and blowing up and chopping up et cetera the students, fortunately they started their attack from behind me, and so that gave me time to escape because I was near the end of the college campus and I could escape in the wilderness or down road.
I ran for my life as the African terrorist army attacked and they started to move to surround the college campus, and a few of them on horseback went to block the front of the area that I was running toward so I had to kill one of them and I took their weapon and I probably killed the others.
There was no way that I was going to defeat a small army by myself and more were on their way to the area that I was at, they did not know that I had just killed some of them and took their weapons, and so this was my chance to escape and I assume that I took that chance instead of staying to fight and die (those RPGs were no joke, some students behind me probably got blown up by one).
But I can not remember what I did before I woke up, did I run or did I stay to fight some more against impossible odds?