Dream of the Week

I was working in Glasgow doing the job that I'm doing, same people and everything, but it was like in an office setting. I had to go from the office to the court to see this Mohammadan solicitor. There turns out to be a huge queue to get in but I see her while I'm waiting in queue. She thanks me for coming but says that the case is finished now. So I say okay and go back to the office.

I'm carrying loads of shit in my bag and a martial arts staff and another staff that has like a wooden sickle blade on the end. So I'm very self-conscious about this because you don't want to walk around town with big martial arts weapons. But absolutely nobody cares. There are kids running around me and playing and talking to each other. Nobody cares about these training weapons except me.

As I'm walking back to the office, I see a clock that I think says 5.00. I start panicking because they should be closing up about now. I get back to the office and I see a lot of my shit there so I worry first of all why it's there and secondly this is going to add to the weight of my bag. But I just pack it all away and the bag is almost full now.

The guy that I work for is talking to a colleague and the colleague is asking questions about me. The guy that I work for is complimentary about me but I still find the whole thing really uncomfortable so I'm trying to get out of there. It's also clear that they're wrapping up. Since it's 5.00 I really don't want to be there because I don't want to hold things up.

Then both of these guys are making sexually harrassing comments to the woman who works there. This adds to me uncomfort even though she's just laughing about it.

I quickly get my stuff packed and awkwardly carry these staffs with me and rush out.

This was probably the most mundane and realistic nightmare that I've ever had. Nothing bad was actually happening. It was just my own anxieties that made it terrifying.

In other news, I took a closer look at that Tinder woman and I dodged a bullet. I wouldn't go out with her. So I haven't messaged her since her seafood problem.

Oh yeah, and I watched that Tyson Fury match on a stream yesterday. I've never done this before because I don't care about sporting events but for some reason this appealed. I wanted to see how quickly this guy would get knocked out. After all, it's one of these Klitchko or whatever guys who have dominated the sport for many years.

Then...nothing happens. Guy just stood there, ocassionally getting punched. This went on for 11 rounds. Only in the last round did he decide to start punching.

The comments in the stream were full of baffled viewers all saying something along the lines of "why isn't he doing any punching?" You see this all the time in boxing, though. Has anyone done a study on this? There's a guy losing badly round after round but he continues not to punch. There must be a psychological answer to this. Surely he knows that he's losing and has to punch but there's something preventing him from doing so. Fear? Apathy?