So I've finally had a dream that made me want to write on here again.
It was a hot summer and I was walking through a park with a few friends (I canāt remember who exactly, maybe Jon O? Jez? Most likely). Up ahead I spotted Caroline, and who I assumed to be, her boyfriend. Since I haven't spoken to her in two years, I felt a bit awkward so I tried to avoid making eye contact. But we were literally approaching the same point. I had picked up a little tortoise from the ground and was holding it. I then decided it should be free, so I popped him back down and let him wander off. At which point, Caroline's assumed boyfriend kicked it! I was like 'what the fuck!' and I angrily pushed him back.Ā He then pushed at me, and we tussled. He was actually really muscly, with a bizarre 1990s middle parting.Ā Knowing I would most likely lose a contest of pure strength, I grabbed his hand and crushed it hard (My hand grip is really good, if you allow me to toot my horn, I can literally crush my own bodyweight with my hands). He screamed in pain and I then manoeuvred him to the ground, whilst saying 'you may have lots of muscles, but unfortunately you have the wrong ones'. Funnily, no one batted an eye, not even Caroline. I guess everyone was stunned and shocked. I then woke up. My first thought was oh I reckon the hand crush would be my signature move if I was a character in a fighting game like Street Fighter.












