I dreamt about being in a fight with three black men. I was in a warehouse/loading bay type place. It had machinery and a large garage-type door that had to be opened by some mechanism. It was like something out of The Machinist, but not as dark. As I was leaving (maybe to finish my shift), three black men approached me. They asked me where I was going, told me that I wasn't going anywhere, and then made some kind of clear threat. Unfortunately I don't remember what it was specifically; I get the impression that they wanted to rob me. I must have realized that I was in a dream right then, because I decided that I was going to do something I (not so) secretly have always wanted to do: kick the living shit out of someone. I threw the first punch and hit the first guy square in the mouth, but it was as if the air around my fist were caught in some kind of jelly. It was slow, yet it did the job almost as well as I wanted it to. Maybe even better. The three of them seemed quite taken aback that I would fight back the way I did.

I remember bodyslamming one of them, kicking another in the stomach, and nearly dislocating his jaw. The third man was untouched; he wisely did not approach. I didn't really exert much effort, though. Because of the "soupy air", it didn't seem like much damage was being done, but again, it was more than enough for these guys. Then the door opened. Outside was bright with the afternoon sun, and there was a menacing female silhouette. If it were a video game, this would be the boss character of that level. I never got to fight this boss, though. I woke up.