The cup and the trip

I dreamed I was visiting some distant place and was to train in a storefront judo place with a high-level trainer who was a friend of a friend from long ago, with whom my son was training. Now, I have not trained judo, per se, at least not in any coherent way, but the instructor seemed to know me nonetheless, and I was invited to join them for open sparring (dangerous for the neophyte).

About 20 minutes before all was to kick off, someone presented me with a large bowl of pasta and/or rice, which is probably not the best thing to chow down on right before you step on the mats. Ravenous, I devoured it all anyway, then prepared to go get thrown around.