Probably 80% of my dreams either take place at the dojo or will have my senseis show up in random places they shouldnāt be. Anyway, this was a particularly entertaining karate dream.Ā
For some reason I was going to another school within our group of dojos, (Iāve been there a few times for tournaments and jujitsu but not their standard classes).
So I walked in and they were testing my friend M for her second kyu brown belt even though sheās a green belt but they were likeĀ āshe seemed readyā, but I had just given blood so I couldnāt spar her so I just yelled really loudly instead.
Then we went into warmups and I just warmed up with the other students cause even though I was a black belt I was too awkward to be with other black belts. Then they had this weird procession thing forĀ āthe best studentsā from the week and they went and warmed up in a little separate section of the room. Throughout this dream, my completely rational justification for everything that was happeningĀ wasĀ āmaybe this is just what this school is like, after all, of course, itās not exactly like my dojoā. Plus nothing in this dream seemed to surprise anyone like yep apparently everything is totally normal.Ā
Then they were likeĀ āyou have fifteen minutes until you have to be in classā so I went out with this one girl who I randomly befriended and we sat with some other student in this little teepee thing for ten minutes and she was likeĀ āyou should go to weaponsĀ classā and one of the senseis from my school was teaching it so I was like āyeah totally I know himā.Ā
So the group of us walked down and everyone lines the sides of this gravel pathway and started doing this weird hula dance, and I was just following along and panicking likeĀ āoh no theyāre gonna think I have no business being a black belt cause I donāt know what Iām doingā also questioningĀ āis this just what weapons class is really supposed to be like and my school is just weirdā.Ā
Then maybe five minutes later my sensei just comes skateboarding down the path with like combat boots and loads of random little weapons strapped to his person, and did some speech including the phrasesĀ ālearn to fight with REAL weaponsā andĀ ākick their broadway fighting assesā because he was very passionate about stage fighting not being real fighting.Ā
Then he just screamsĀ āyou have fifteen seconds to find a weapon!āĀ
So we all go sprinting off and I follow this girl and Iām likeĀ āIām sorry I donāt know where anything isā and she just laughs and runs into this hidden tent thing and starts rifling through her apparent secret stockpile of weapons for whenever he teaches this kind of class.Ā
So sheās got boxes of katanas and knives and stuff but she turns and just hands me a pair of sewing scissors. And me being my socially anxious self doesnāt ask for a better weapon which might be reasonable cause ya know she has katanas.Ā
I have so many questions. How was he gonna teach a class of people with loads of makeshift weapons? What other classes were available becauseĀ if theyāre all like this I 10/10 want to go? How was I gonna fight people with literal shears?