I'm currently incredibly yet pleasantly intoxicated while typing this. I don't want this to turn into addiction, but drinking vodka while eating dinner actually helped me sleep better, and I don't feel bad in the morning - in fact, I actually feel better and more active for some reason. I reckon it happens whenever I get a good night sleep with pleasant dreams, which is what vodka had been doing for me in the last few days. I tend to sober up pretty quick too, so I guess that's why I don't get a bad hangover when I wake up.
Anyway, thanks to being able to finally sleep well at night, I've had very nice dreams. I couldn't remember most of them, except for one, which is probably my best dream yet - I won the preliminary fight in "The Ultimate Fighter" reality TV show! Anyway, this is how it went:
The dream started at the second round of the fight, when my corner is tending to me and telling me how to win the fight, although I never really heard what they said. Anyway, seconds out, and the cornermen are asked to leave so that the second round will start, so they all packed up their stuff to get off the octagon. Unfortunately, my corner left too much of a mess, and the referee called them for it to clean it up, so the second round got delayed in a bit. After they cleaned it all up, the referee finally signaled for the second round to start. As the round starts, I was still distracted over the corner incident, and I was out of focus at the start. My opponent noticed that, and took advantage by charging right towards me with a one-two combination. His left straight barely missed but his quick straight right punch hit my cheek. I flinched from that a little and then comes a right left combination, which hit me, but at least I was able to defend them.
After being punished for my lack of focus, I became concentrated into the fight again. My opponent tries to throw a combination of punches again, but now that I'm focused, I ducked and stepped from his left straight and countered his punch with a right uppercut to his spleen, quickly followed by a left straight punch aimed for his chin, which did hit, but only a little as his shoulder partially got in the way of that punch. It didn't stop me from following up with a right straight to this cheek; left straight to the nose (partially blocked by the opponent's shoulder again); right hook to the body; left hook to the ribs; right straight to the body again; left straight aimed to the body that was partially blocked with his forearm; left knee to the midsection; right elbow partially blocked by the shoulder again, but still hits nicely on the face; left uppercut to the chest, which was blocked but pushed him back a bit; right straight to the face, which hit but isn't as damaging as he was leaning back; left low roundhouse kick to his legs, which got him off balance and made him lean a little towards me; left hand clinches the back of his neck as I throw a right hook, which hits him square on the face; he falls down, so I bent down to pursue him; right overhand punch to his kidney; I leaned on his shoulder using my left hand to put myself in a better position; right straight to the kidney; left uppercut to the face; he stands up a little, so I threw a left knee to the side of the body (which is allowed, since he's not in a three points of contact position on the ground); right uppercut elbow to the spleen area; a couple of left uppercuts to the face followed with a left straight, which nearly hit the back of his head; I base up to throw a right straight to the spleen again, and I intend to follow up more when the ref (who is apparently Herb Deam) stepped in, calling a stop to the fight. All those strikes happened in quick succession, within the span of 20 seconds btw. I walked to my corner with my right hand raised, celebrating my total victory.
And thus, I won at around the 1:40 mark in the 2nd round via TKO (referee stoppage). Now that's a great dream! Now if I just make it reality :P