One experience I had with a dream convinced me info stays in your unconscious mind longer than it remains in your muscle/nervous memory.
I don't know exactly what my job was in this
dream, If I was building security or if I was just sick of this person and decided he was outta here( I was wearing a suit and tie, something I try never to do) , but there was this some kinda repeating troublemaker, or at least the other people in this office building seemed to recognize him with discomfort, and it didn't register to me in the
dream whether I was wearing my pepper spray and my Glock or not( as on weekends and when leaving the house I am accustomed to do), but, for whatever reason, I had to remove this person from the building without "demolishing" him because there were witnesses present.
Anyway, and this is gonna be tough to describe but here goes:
Muffinhead is acting all either drunk or just ******* like, or both, and I'm seated givin him a dirty look as he comes over to my chair and I "knew" in the
dream that I'd warned him off, or he'd otherwise been warned outta here before, and here he comes saying "Heeeeey" with his smug "I'm gettin' away with something and you can't do anything about it" grin and , stooping, facing me, puts his left hand on my left shoulder as I'm seated.
This was not a wise choice.
I move my right hand atop the back of his left, trapping it against my shoulder, and twist his metacarpals down and clockwise,
hard(toward his outboard side).
It registers on his face. He bends down. I stand. Hook my left hand under his left elbow, forming a "compression
lock" on his left wrist, maintaining the original
lock but adding my other hand as a leverage brace at the elbow to compress the wrist even further all unbeknownst to the now shocked " oh my god" witnesses.
I tell him in my Business Voice(I almost never yell but something in my tone changes and my teeth show more is all) not to ever(censored) touch me. He cracks wise while in the
lock. I compress. He's one of the types who laughs and cracks wise to his "audience" to hide his pain.
He makes another of his "what're-you-gonna-do-you-think-this-hurts-look-at-this-folks" sort of comment(don't remember exact details). I change the angle and compress hard enough to drop him to a knee. He stops laughing and Gets Mad. His eyes harden , his jaw works, and he tries to swing at me with his other arm. Each time he cocks it to throw it I compress and he changes his mind as I tell him "You gonna swing? Go ahead." (cocks to swing) *compress* "Go ahead". (cocks to swing) *compress*. He tries to force his way up onto his feet. I've had enough by this point and position his left elbow against the crook of *my* left elbow, put both hands on the bent left wrist and bend into it and compress hard enough to hear just the beginnings of the wrist popping. He goes onto both knees, His covering laugh degenerates at last into the first teeth-clenched scream I've gotten from him, his face flushes red and his eyes cross. I see an excellent opportunity to knee his jawbone out through the top of his skull but then I hear my own thoughts "No. No strikes. Witnesses. Stand down."
It's unclear what happens next, whether I threw him in a takedown, whether I shoved him back or whether he somehow just scrambled loose, but the next part I clearly remember is that he's back up and we're separated by about 10 feet. He covers the first few, standing , unruffling his suit jacket, and once again, smirk in place strides toward me with arm/index finger pointing. I close and meet him before his other hand quite gets cocked to swing, fingerlock the finger which draws him off balance, and being very careful to , if not hide it completely, at least make it appear accidental, continuing to walk into him as he's pulled toward me, very discreetly headbutt his face avoiding breaking his nose, and using this as a setup, lace my left arm under his right armpit , pivot, and keep going till my left hand is pressing on his shoulder in an arm/shoulder
lock with his head down and I start bumrushing him to the elevator(for some reason we're not on ground level). He begins to struggle free so I change the hold; keeping the arm pinned, I figure fine, he wants to stand I'll help him stand nice and tippy-toe straight-I drive my left thumb up into his right armpit( his back to me) , pull down with my right on his arm, drive up with my thumb, grab muscle, twist and keep pushing up and toward the elevator. Him being off balance in two directions and being pushed by someone not all that smaller than he, goes into the elevator.
He composes himself in the elevator, walks up. i'm blocking his reentry onto the floor in the classic folded hands doorman pose but with my right side back and feet at 45-degree angles. He stops just short of leaving the elevator, sticks his face right up to mine as the doors begin to close.
But you see, I've taken him away from witnesses and already gone past the hall camera.
Just before the doors close I throw a beautiful, totally unexpected snapping overhand right squarely into his jaw. While it's open. Snap my hand back just as the doors close. Hear a thunk and a very comical. "Owww. Mgy TeEEeeEeeef......."
Which is all fine and well until you inderstand that each
joint lock I used was
A Joint Lock I Forgot I Knew...........
:rofl:
