Had a dream I met Jack Johnson

Good stuff.

I remember a while back someone mentioned having dreamt about encounters with famous fighters.

I thought it a bit strange merely because I had never had such an experience.

Lo and behold, shortly after I read that I had a dream in which I was hanging out with old mate, Sonny Liston, lol.

There was no fear or intimidation felt by me, Liston was cool and chill.

He was driving and every now and then he’d pull over and say he wouldn’t be a moment.

He’d then go into the house we pulled up at - be a few mins then come out again and off we’d go.

Suffice to say, I didn’t ask what these periodic stops were about.

I mean, though Sonny was cool and chill I’m also not stupid and saw no reason to unnecessarily raise his ire. Haha.

 

It’s crazy that a man of Johnson’s status and legend was reduced to speaking at a flea circus during the 1940s.

I understand the times and context, but still…I don’t know exactly how much, but I would’ve paid a good amount of money to hear that man talk about himself and his boxing know how.

I guess back then people paid a relative pittance for the privilege.

If he was around in more modern times, I think Jack would’ve been somewhat of a hit on the talk show circuit, both during and after his active boxing career.

Forget Fallon and Colbert (yaawwnn!!), I would love to see Jack talk about himself and exchange witticisms with guys like Craig Ferguson and Conan O’Brien. Conan no doubt would’ve donned the trunks for a live boxing lesson from Jack - haha.

 

My wildest dreams have nothing to do with boxing.

 

But that’s just going in the office for you!

 

I wish I could meet a nice,old and wiser Roberto Duràn in my dreams, he's the second person I really wanted to meet after prophet Muhammad.

 

Oh, and in case anyone is wondering (likely not) - NO, Morgan Freeman didn’t narrate my dream nor did James Earl Jones.

AS IF.

Instead, I got nasally Howard ****ing - Cosell.

Did that make me somewhat more than truculent?

Hell yeah!

 

Man why don’t I get dreams like this???

 

My dream time-machine assisted public appearance would be Muhammad Ali, Jack Johnson, and Mike Tyson sitting around talking about boxing, their careers, and life. Would be absolutely hilarious.

 

I have dreams about turning into an old lady in a novel who gets killed with hairbrushes, how do I get boxers instead lol?

 

I had a dream where I met George Foreman in his dressing room right after his fight against Lou Savarese. I asked him to punch my liver, to see how hard George really hits. He throws a slow left hook and seconds later I am on the floor, and there is a big bruise on my liver. It was humbling, to say the least.

 

We all feel that way sometimes.

 

I had a dream where I was trying to sneak into what seemed to be an underground stadium. There was only a door visible from where I was, and there was a guy checking out everyone's passes. I didn't have one, but somehow managed to get inside a yellow Volkswaggen beetle without its driver noticing me (don't ask about the logic behind it). We get inside and pass through a huge indoor parking lot, the passengers of the car leave and I make my exit, then I go trough the doors for the event and find myself in what seemed like a hybrid between a gigantic opera house and a gigantic library.

It was unimaginably big and tall, as the door I had just opened was actually the door of the highest floor, which was so high that you could not see the bottom floor, the only thing visible at such a height were theatre seats and giant book shelves. This is the moment where I realize I'm lucid dreaming and figure out that I am basically invincible, so I jump and fall down without a second thought. Down and down I go forevermore, the scale of the place I'm in starting to overwhelm me a bit. But it's all good now, because I realize what the event tied to this place is. it was a Boxing match, with a ring and 2 fighters going at each other at the bottom as the millions, if not billions of onlookers cheer them on.

I fall down a little more before I realize the two fighters are Larry Holmes and Michael Spinks, having their famous first fight. But I soon find myself on steady ground, having finally landed somewhere. I'm next to some guy that looks like the love child of a young Bob Arum, Joe Pesci from Goodfellas and Al Capone, and he invites me to sit down to the seat behind his to watch the fight. I know I'm dreaming and understand the absurdity of the situation, and ask the amagalmation of all that is wrong with the world that is sitting in front of me a question that I unfortunately do not remember.

He turns his head around slowly, and he looks at me. His gaze piercing and unmoving, unblinking, what lasted for 5 seconds seemed like eternity, and then he suddenly started screaming at the top of his lungs, emitting demonic sounds and screeches, as his face glitches like a video game and contorts to uncanny degrees. That thing was an abomination who seemed to have some sort of control of this world, and now realizing that I am anomaly, is after my life. My will was too strong though, and after having to face the inevitability of my own mortality if I stayed in the dream, I woke up. But that dream will never be gone from my memory.

 

Choice selections.

Mike would probably love it the most him being so respectful and appreciative of the ATGs that came before him.

Maybe Ali and Jack would be going at each semi serious as to who would beat who - Mike giggling along all the while and trying to encourage both to partake in a joint with him.