Okay so I'll share another dream that I had last week. I think it still frightens me when I think about it.
It was a dream of my normal life, waking up, going to school, and on my way to school, something hit me (not literally in the dream). These sick thoughts invaded my head saying for example, what if I went to knock that person walking in the opposite direction? I could then just take that person's belongings and spend it. Thoughts got worse and I found myself so tempted. Why? I think its because of the alter ego I had in school that was given to me by my grade. They thought I could take down most of the naturally bigger guys such as the Islanders in the grade. Why again? I love studying and practicing martial arts, taking wisdom and turning it into experience. I did that in that order because having knowledge is never enough to say you understand it, I believe experiencing it also, enriches that wisdom and takes it to another level.
Well... I did use some Islander friends as part of my study experiments. I did prove to them that no matter what size you are, the element of surprising your opponent (guaranteed if you know exactly what you're doing and they don't). My Islander friend challenged me. He put his big fist to my cheek saying what would I do. I said nothing. As soon as he heard me say that, he lifted his fist from my cheek, I retook his wrist and with my other free arm I locked his elbow and I jarred his whole arm into his shoulder socket. We were sitting in chairs inside a classroom. Our PE teacher was watching us. I made my friend fall over off the chair and he made a fool of himself. I helped him up and the teacher told him that he deserved it. I felt embarrassed and my friend did it again afterwards and it didn't work since he knew what I was going to do again.
For example, if an attacker throws a decent hook punch that is aiming for your head, the fighting philosophy I was taught encourages to go in deeper into the attack. This means me, strategically moving into a better position, faster timing, to destroy my attackers vulnerable areas. I questioned it (since I had not much fighting experience and usually in the kiddy fights I don't back away, more like swinging my arms around before I knew proper techniques
) so I attempted to move backwards, strategically angling side to side. The problem was, this gives an opponent momentum in attacking which almost guarantees that the attacker will eventually land a successful hit if not create a better opening for the next following attack. I eventually copped a solid punch in between cheek and jawbone. My teacher never gave me a reason why we shouldn't back away until I learned it the hard way. He laughed when I explained the above. He told me if I wanted to know back then, he would gladly punch me instead!
Yes a lot to explain and it gives you a little background
Back to point. Yes sick thoughts. I stopped myself with great force. I was holding my head together, felt like I was being mindfucked. I was heavily breathing and panting. Slumped on the side of the footpath, I thought then what the hell is wrong with me? My eyes started to close as it sapped so much energy to keep myself together. I wake up, getting up from bed, feeling very groggy. I washed my face and was glad that was a dream. It felt so real, the environment, the smell, the sun shining over me, my senses felt like they were betrayed.
I wake up again. The hell was that? I was scared. I was cautious. I didn't have anything to check that the world I just woke up in was real. So I had to think back to the training I had for meditation a long time ago. I didn't do it since I thought it was full of fart to me. They say it is very difficult for you to focus on your hands in your dream state. Once you can do it and remember it, you have a much better control of directing your subconscious to recreate a dream that you want. No matter what it is.
I look at my hands, its fine. Look at the time, that's going normal. I did think of hitting myself hard then I refrained from doing so. It would make me feel stupid and it would hurt at the same time. So I decided to take a drink of water and eat something. I felt full. Okay I wasn't dreaming. Thank goodness for that.
I do dream of eating good food or something I crave a lot. When it does happen in other dreams, at times, one or two of my senses will get it correct, most of the other times I would taste nothing but a parched mouth and my stomach would turn. Weird hmm?
P.S. I do have more of those fighting concepts to share my experience that I attempted to test out if anyones interested
It was a dream of my normal life, waking up, going to school, and on my way to school, something hit me (not literally in the dream). These sick thoughts invaded my head saying for example, what if I went to knock that person walking in the opposite direction? I could then just take that person's belongings and spend it. Thoughts got worse and I found myself so tempted. Why? I think its because of the alter ego I had in school that was given to me by my grade. They thought I could take down most of the naturally bigger guys such as the Islanders in the grade. Why again? I love studying and practicing martial arts, taking wisdom and turning it into experience. I did that in that order because having knowledge is never enough to say you understand it, I believe experiencing it also, enriches that wisdom and takes it to another level.
Well... I did use some Islander friends as part of my study experiments. I did prove to them that no matter what size you are, the element of surprising your opponent (guaranteed if you know exactly what you're doing and they don't). My Islander friend challenged me. He put his big fist to my cheek saying what would I do. I said nothing. As soon as he heard me say that, he lifted his fist from my cheek, I retook his wrist and with my other free arm I locked his elbow and I jarred his whole arm into his shoulder socket. We were sitting in chairs inside a classroom. Our PE teacher was watching us. I made my friend fall over off the chair and he made a fool of himself. I helped him up and the teacher told him that he deserved it. I felt embarrassed and my friend did it again afterwards and it didn't work since he knew what I was going to do again.
For example, if an attacker throws a decent hook punch that is aiming for your head, the fighting philosophy I was taught encourages to go in deeper into the attack. This means me, strategically moving into a better position, faster timing, to destroy my attackers vulnerable areas. I questioned it (since I had not much fighting experience and usually in the kiddy fights I don't back away, more like swinging my arms around before I knew proper techniques
) so I attempted to move backwards, strategically angling side to side. The problem was, this gives an opponent momentum in attacking which almost guarantees that the attacker will eventually land a successful hit if not create a better opening for the next following attack. I eventually copped a solid punch in between cheek and jawbone. My teacher never gave me a reason why we shouldn't back away until I learned it the hard way. He laughed when I explained the above. He told me if I wanted to know back then, he would gladly punch me instead!Yes a lot to explain and it gives you a little background
Back to point. Yes sick thoughts. I stopped myself with great force. I was holding my head together, felt like I was being mindfucked. I was heavily breathing and panting. Slumped on the side of the footpath, I thought then what the hell is wrong with me? My eyes started to close as it sapped so much energy to keep myself together. I wake up, getting up from bed, feeling very groggy. I washed my face and was glad that was a dream. It felt so real, the environment, the smell, the sun shining over me, my senses felt like they were betrayed.
I wake up again. The hell was that? I was scared. I was cautious. I didn't have anything to check that the world I just woke up in was real. So I had to think back to the training I had for meditation a long time ago. I didn't do it since I thought it was full of fart to me. They say it is very difficult for you to focus on your hands in your dream state. Once you can do it and remember it, you have a much better control of directing your subconscious to recreate a dream that you want. No matter what it is.
I look at my hands, its fine. Look at the time, that's going normal. I did think of hitting myself hard then I refrained from doing so. It would make me feel stupid and it would hurt at the same time. So I decided to take a drink of water and eat something. I felt full. Okay I wasn't dreaming. Thank goodness for that.
I do dream of eating good food or something I crave a lot. When it does happen in other dreams, at times, one or two of my senses will get it correct, most of the other times I would taste nothing but a parched mouth and my stomach would turn. Weird hmm?
P.S. I do have more of those fighting concepts to share my experience that I attempted to test out if anyones interested
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