Madman Rambling

Part 2

Next thing I remember is leaving my home, not my actual home that I live in, but the one in the dream, which isn't something really fancy. The image that i have for it is a one story house in the suburbs somewhere, i don't remember what color the walls were, so i will say beige just because it is a decent color for an interior, and doesn't get dirty as fast. The place I woke up in reminds me of a motel you see in movies about criminals hiding in the USA, a one person bed in the middle of the room, a very tall nightstand that wouldn't make sense in general just because it looks more like something you would put your underwear in. Besides those, all that is in the room is a closet on the left side of the room, with closed thrown all around....which is accurate for me as well, BUT they are on THE chair, these ones are actually thrown on the floor, i can imagine there being a pair of rugged jeans, dark blue, with a belt right on top of them, next to a leather jacket for some reason, i don't really wear leather, i like being comfy over everything else, but i guess my dream self does...and i remember why very quickly.

You see...the next image i have, is of me working as some sort of bouncer, sitting in front of a club that you could generally only find in 70's detective movies, all gray exterior, square building, no windows, just a red double door, a neon sign that doesn't spell anything, its just a martini glass with the stupid olive i have never understood, and there is me, leaning on the wall, looking oh so terrifyingly innocent for anyone that would think to make a scene outside the place. Mind you, i am not american, i am not there to check any id's or to tell any overly drunk people that they cant enter the club due to some bougie policy made so that the people that party there get to feel better. No, i am sitting in front of this door at what looks like 3am at night because someone needs to make sure no bad characters end up in the club, nobody shady looking, nobody that looks like they may be carrying something concealed, and especially, nobody that wants to enter this club wearing stuff that doesn't suit the area. What i mean by that is the following, when I think about this sort of establishment, all i can imagine i people coming at the door in either tracksuits, basic outfits like a top and jeans, maybe a jacket, or maybe some people that feel really fancy or really "dangerous" so they decided to dress in the crappiest suit jacket and black jeans you have ever seen, or wearing a clearly oversized leather jacket. What i think of as out of the ordinary in this sort of place is people that look "well dressed", an actual nice suit that looks tailored on them, someone wearing a really uniquely colored polo with suit pants, that also rocks the most "hard" tattoo you can think of on their forearm. This is the sort of people that i am here to stop, people that are coming here, not to find trouble, but to create it in hopes of some easy cash.

As you can also imagine as well, exactly what you expect from this sort of person happens, one or 5 of them come to the door looking to go in, i deny them on principle, explained nicely "we don't want any trouble friends" to which you receive a very generic answer "either you move, or we will move you". Very basic intimidation tactic if you ask me...why i say that you ask? I am a big boi, I am generally standing at a very nice 1.86 and lets say 95kg, with a small belly. Indeed, i am the dad bod, and i have grown to be proud of it, and it also inspires a lot of confidence for me, and a lot of anxiety for other people, even though i think i am a very nice and gentle person with everyone....almost everyone i guess, i hate bullies, i hate people pushing others, people that believe they are above everyone else.

You can guess what happens next, the group end up being made of 5 people, all sitting around you in a semi circle as in to try and surround you, again, basic intimidation tactic, too bad for them though...because it doesn't work, there is a clear reason why i am outside and not inside telling people to stop being stupid after drinking too much. So again, very politely "I do not recommend continuing this conversation, good night gents'' to which they do respond quite poorly, guy in the middle right tries to hit me with a right punch, under which you duck quickly and hit him with a palm strike breaking his nose, first one down.