This morning's dream is brought to you by the letter M.

It's been a while since I've remembered a dream. This one was rather unprecedented.

Now I've dreamed in action movies before, but this was different. Well, it wasn't really a movie, but involved action, martial arts action. And that's definately a first as far as I recall for my dreams.

In this one, I was visiting some martial arts guru, hoping to convince him to take me on as a student. There was a discussion about how powerful my legs are and how I should really focus on learning how to use them effectively in kicks. I remember trying to execute a simple jumping forward snap kick, but, alas, my calf muscles were so huge that the one on my kicking leg would catch on the other and stop the kick. I tried this a number of times, but continually failed, much to my sheepish embarrassment and everyone's amusement (there were a couple others present). I think we then moved on to trying other types of kicks, like jumping swivel kicks. (Ironically, of all the kicks attempted in my dream, the only one I failed at is the only one I can actually perform in reality. *shrugs*)

Is this my subconscious trying to get me back in a dojo? Possibly. I've been keeping my eye out for potential martial arts clubs and I've been meaning to call a local aiki-jutsu school to see what kind of hours they keep and rates they charge.

More than likely, though, it's my legs resenting being unused for this long. I've been getting that restless ache that comes of taking too long a break from training. I'll simply have to get in that run I've been meaning to do over the last few days.