Jan. 19, 2008
This dream had to do with me trying to convince Sylvester Stallone to train someone to fight. An older black man wanted to get into fighting form and I guess I talked stallone into training him.
The next thing I knew, something was wrong with the guys ankle. Stallone wanted to know how the guy was going ot fight with an ankle like that. Then, stallone was behind the guy, holding one of his legs back, holding it kind of like a physical therapist might when stretching the quads out. Anyway, he was working the guys leg this way and that, then the next thing I know, the guys entire leg comes right off.
It was, surprisingly, made of wood! Stallone pcked it up angry, then threw it down to the floor. He said, “When were you going to tell me about this?”
This is all I remember of this dream.
The next thing I knew, something was wrong with the guys ankle. Stallone wanted to know how the guy was going ot fight with an ankle like that. Then, stallone was behind the guy, holding one of his legs back, holding it kind of like a physical therapist might when stretching the quads out. Anyway, he was working the guys leg this way and that, then the next thing I know, the guys entire leg comes right off.
It was, surprisingly, made of wood! Stallone pcked it up angry, then threw it down to the floor. He said, “When were you going to tell me about this?”
This is all I remember of this dream.
posted by Daniel Taverne at 10:30 PM
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