In Da Club
This kind of dream started with me hanging out with some friends that I used to hang out with during my teenage years. We decided to go to a night club to kill some time on a particular night.
When we entered the club there were not many people in it since it was in the early evening. Even though the lights were dimmed and the club had the semi dark atmosphere, I could see the sun shining through the windows.
There was a dude sitting with two women, there were drinks on the table. One of the women decided to sit in the man’s lap and do some type of twerking while sitting in his lap.
I supposed this aroused him, because he decided to pull up the woman’s mini skirt and inserted himself in her. The scene looked very provocative especially since the table was in an open area.
One of the bouncers had to step in and told them to stop what they were doing. Even though there wasn’t much people in the club, those who wanted to come in will be discouraged, if they were to see blatant sexual activity going on.
While my friends remained around the bar area, I decided to walk around and mingle. While walking around I walked past a table that was located in the club’s corner.
There was a big kingpin looking dude, who they called Moosh. He was sitting at the table with three women. While I walked past the table, I heard him say, “ hey! Stop looking at my wife!”
I looked around, to make sure that he was talking to somebody else, then he said, “yeah, you! Why you’re looking at my wife.” I told him that nobody is looking at him or his wife. But he was argumentive, and wouldn’t listen. Seeing his hostility, I picked up a chair.
After I picked up the chair, I busted him in the head with it. Moosh was not amused, and he took one of the knives that was in a decorative picture frame on the wall, and threw it at me. But, I had another chair in my hands and I used it to shield myself. The flying knife struck the chair and pierced the chair’s bottom and was stuck on it.
The bouncers moved in to calm Moosh down, while I made my way to the bar area to where my friends were, when I got to the bar area, I found that my friends were no where to be found.
They left the club to go somewhere else without letting me know that they were leaving. Perhaps they decided to be cowards and left after they saw me bust Moosh upside his head with the chair.
I made my way outside the club because I didn’t want to face Moosh by myself. So I decided it would be best if I left the club.
The bouncers did a good job at keeping Moosh at bay, but Moosh was just too much for them. Moosh was so mad, that he came outside and started to vandalized cars in the club’s parking lot.
Everyone who had cars started to move them so that Moosh couldn’t trash them.
My car was kind of boxed in, but the owner of the car in front of me got in his car fast and moved it. I also had to move fast because my car was the next one in line to be vandalized by Moosh.
Unfortunately, I was not fast enough and Moosh got to my car and vandalized it. This made me upset and prompted me to confront Moosh head on.
Since I was angry, when I looked at Moosh, I did not see a big burly kingpin looking guy, who could smash me to bits. I just saw an opponent that needed to be dealt with by any means necessary.
Before Moosh could do anything, I used some self-defense moves that I learned in one of my martial art’s classes. First I poked him in his eyes with my fingers, I made sure my fingers went directly into his eyes, not caring if it will cause any damage to his eyes or vision. I just needed to momentary blind him.
After I removed my fingers from Moosh’s eyes, I open palm slapped his ears causing him to become disorientated. While Moosh stumbled, I did a low side kick directly on the side of his knee.
This wasn’t any old side kick, but a power one which had the force of my weight. If that move didn’t break the knee joint, it would be surprising. Then, I did a flying kick hitting him in the back of his head sending him face down on the floor.
He must have been unconscious because he was not moving. This is when I went through his pockets, and took whatever money he had, and whatever jewelry he had so that I could use them to pay for the damages that he done to my car…
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Sex and violence in one dream – you could make it into a film!
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First I have to find a way to enhance the experience and put it in print…
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