Anywho, I lived in a world/society/place where problems were solved via a fight (think Thunderdome, but not to the death). Anyway, I was chosen to fight because, apparently, someone decided I was too aggressive toward women--which I was totally like, "how can that be?? I've been single for like 3 years?!? And I'm totally a non-aggressive person!" And, oddly enough, to learn my lesson, I had to fight a woman. So, before the fight, I learn that this lady doesn't even know how to punch properly (she's got the spirit--just not the technique), so I spend some time showing her how to properly make a fist and throw a punch.
So, the fight happens, and, of course, I refuse to actually hit her. In fact, anytime she throws a solid punch, I drop my guard and let her hit me. My face really becomes a bloody mess. Eventually, an official type comes in to stop it just as she's throwing another punch (unfortunate for him, because she lays him out completely).
So, the fight ends, and the girl asks me out--which really kinda confuses me. I have to politely explain that, while she seems awesome--especially since she was willing to not hold back, I simply don't date, hookup or do any kind of relationship thingy at all anymore; that I like the simplicity of my single life. She's insistent on it though, but I'm just like "trust me, it's not in either of our best interests." Then, my friend Karen shows up, and I learn that Karen was the one who demanded I fight--and her ulterior motive was to actually get me to go on a date with this girl (the fighter girl--who's apparently bad at relationships, too). Then, I wake up.
Very strange dream.
awake
awesome
geeky
determined
chipper
excited
inquisitive
nerdy
creative
reflective
amused