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I dreamed my daughter was in the grappling gym, and I was watching the training. The instructor, who was a guest to the school, was about to end the class by bowing out, but instead I got a message (seemingly from a speaker on the wall) that I was to go fetch a black belt and deliver it to the guy. In essence, he was being promoted without the gym owner present. I know enough about protocol to know I am not the one who ought to be awarding this guy a black belt, but who am I to argue with an amorphous voice coming from the wall?
I told everybody to wait a second, and then ran out into the hallway. I had to descend several elevators that took me deeper and deeper down into the building, the bowels of which contained a variety of strange businesses. I recalled at one point sliding down the handrail of an escalator in a beige mall-like place, with a number of teen pranksters looking on and laughing at me. Old guy doing parkour.
I had to cajole my way past one guy who seemed to be a bouncer type, a sort of grumpy, obese guy who was wearing a suit made of old television-tube sets. He let me run through a prep kitchen and to a service elevator, where I continued my descent, only to have to talk my way past another guard, an extremely tall, bald guy with neon glasses who sort of resembled a Muppet.
Again, I managed to get past this guardian, and found myself in a disheveled storage room. I located one wall that contained a myriad of black belts. I grabbed one and slipped it out of the plastic sheathing, then made for the elevators to head back up.
I told everybody to wait a second, and then ran out into the hallway. I had to descend several elevators that took me deeper and deeper down into the building, the bowels of which contained a variety of strange businesses. I recalled at one point sliding down the handrail of an escalator in a beige mall-like place, with a number of teen pranksters looking on and laughing at me. Old guy doing parkour.
I had to cajole my way past one guy who seemed to be a bouncer type, a sort of grumpy, obese guy who was wearing a suit made of old television-tube sets. He let me run through a prep kitchen and to a service elevator, where I continued my descent, only to have to talk my way past another guard, an extremely tall, bald guy with neon glasses who sort of resembled a Muppet.
Again, I managed to get past this guardian, and found myself in a disheveled storage room. I located one wall that contained a myriad of black belts. I grabbed one and slipped it out of the plastic sheathing, then made for the elevators to head back up.
