Weid Dream

This morning, I had a weird dreamin which my brother, my friend Brian and myself were being bullied by a couple of chumps who had access to kerosene and apparently knew how to set things on fire since at one point, they came in on bikes trying to set us on fire. I was drenched in the kerosene but ended up high tailing it out of there, apparently narrowly avoiding becoming Roast Ryan. All three of us did apparently thanks to their poor aim.
A bit later, I decided I had had enough of them and decided to engage on the field of combat via sword fight. Thing is, I was evenly matched with the one who accepted my challenge by being smart enough to defend himself from getting clubbed with a large pipe. Finding we were evenly matched in our sword fighting prowess, I dropped my weapon and decided to book it. At which point I returned to my brother and Brian. The two of them suggested I go to the chumps and talk sports with them. Thus, I did and I got them engaged in a wonderful conversation about hockey.
I guess the moral of the story would be "Get into sports, someday it'll save your life" Onl my part, that's a rather terrible moral. And since when am I evenly matched in a sword fight in a dream? If anything, I should've clubbed the daylights out of the wimpy bully. Indeed, he was a wimpy bully, because he and the other chump looked like a couple of chumps I could have batted the heads off of with the giant pipe I had.

Still wondering about that sword fight,

Yours Truly