01-16-2017, 11:51 AM
In the waking world, there's this classmate of Tara's that keeps trying to engage me. He recently asked me if I'd take over as dungeon master for their D&D club (another father is doing that now) but I politely refused. A year or so ago, he was looking for sword training, as he previously trained Japanese swordsmanship with a former Iaido brother. I refused that time too. I feel a little bad about it as he's a good kid. I just don't have the time.
But that surely evoked last night's dream, where I was extolling the benefits of fencing to him. There were a few fencers present, including the Yeti and Matthew Porter and we were all in knickers and such. I was ranting at top speed about how brilliant the concept of 'fencing time' was, so brilliant that Bruce Lee poached it, and at one point, Matthew and I say 'brilliant' in unison, after which we give each other a high-five. Yeti observed this with quiet repose, amused at it all, and living the knicker life.
But that surely evoked last night's dream, where I was extolling the benefits of fencing to him. There were a few fencers present, including the Yeti and Matthew Porter and we were all in knickers and such. I was ranting at top speed about how brilliant the concept of 'fencing time' was, so brilliant that Bruce Lee poached it, and at one point, Matthew and I say 'brilliant' in unison, after which we give each other a high-five. Yeti observed this with quiet repose, amused at it all, and living the knicker life.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse