You have a dream that you are in the ring with Sonny Liston of 1960.

is weird dream where my arms is 10 foot long and I am 25 foot tall.
i crush the Liston

 

I'd rather not experience it, Richard!
Lol

 

Ha! I forgot about Naughty Polly The Parrot.

She spent sometime in rehab - not voluntarily, it was an intervention because we care. But, she’s out now, allegedly clean and sober.

Who knows, an extreme fear of birds might’ve been Sonny’s Achilles heel.

As long as Naughty Polly doesn’t fall off her perch and go snorting, drinking, chasing and nailing exotic plumage the night before the fight - I might have a shot.

Even in my dreams I can’t control what Naught Polly chooses to do. She is very much her own bird and a crazy bird at that.

 

It's a really short dream, and when I wake up I feel like I won the sprint Olympics.

 

It is easy:

Since it is a dream, I can dream my name is Cassius Clay.

 

This thread puts a whole new meaning on "dream fight".

 

I dreamed it. After 4 seconds I faded to black.

 

I was in hospital one time and given Endone (Oxycodone) for the pain.

The nurse who was attractive at any rate looked like the most gorgeous, caring, gentle and loving woman in the world - omg, I loved that stuff. More please sir!

Imagine if instead I saw Sonny Liston in a long haired wig (think Flip Wilson as Geraldine, now there’s a coincidence) dressed as a female nurse proffering a bed pan to me commanding “Take a dump or I’ll kill you.”

Jesus, that’s what I’d call a bad trip. See patient, a** hanging out of gown, running to window and jumping out.

 

I'd soil the sheets.

 

Well they say when a couple are together long enough they begin to look like each other.

When there’s a difference in the quality of looks between husband and wife, someone’s gonna come out on the short end of that deal. - maybe Sonny and Geraldine were on par in the looks dept. - so it’s a break even deal.

The nightmare could still get worse too Rich, Nurse Sonny with those oversized mitts might be there to perform a compulsory proctology exam. The dream always ends the same….running for the window and jumping….

 

What is my boxing style, and what are my attributes?

Tell me that, and then maybe we can talk about a plan.