This dream started in a prison.
I was at a cafeteria table across from a soft voiced beauty who's long red hair covered her face.
I remember her being sad and then becoming happy in our conversation.
I then grabbed her hand in both of mine and told her I had to go but I'd see her again soon.
I got back to my cell, which was like a prison dormatory with 3 metal bunk beds.
One of my cell mates said to me "hey, watch out dude. Juarez saw you talking to his girl." I then said, "whatever".
The next day when I went to the cafeteria to eat, some Mexican guy stood up from a table and stopped my path at the end of it, and said "you been fuckin with my girl, holmes?"
I said, "I don't want any problems my man, just go on about your way"
He then pulled out a knife and slashed at my neck.
I ducked and grabbed his left ankle, with all my strength I yanked it toward me, sweeping him off his feet before raising his ankle above where his head was and slamming him on his back to the ground.
I then my knee inside the back of his knee, pinning it to his chest.
Everyone at his table tried to get up, so with my left arm I lifted up the end of the table, and using...