One dream in two parts...
- My friend and I were fighting. Our punches were weak and ineffectual; being unable to hurt him was frustrating. We were not forming decent fists (my thumbs alternated between curled up inside my fingers (making me worried about breaking them) and stuck out like I was hitch-hiking).
Eventually I was able to land a decent punch on his chest and wind him quite badly. He looked really hurt and disappointed: by hitting him properly I'd let him down somehow.
- There was a strange man - with long curly hair and glasses - in my house. He was threatening me. As he walked up the staircase towards me it became obvious that he was going to punch me! I was both relieved and amused that his punches were as weak as mine had been earlier.