Something something karate something.

One of those bursts that came out of nowhere, when I was reading Shasticon’s blog this morning.

I dreamed that I was standing in a martial arts studio, insisting that I wanted to participate in their class, just for today. I was a bit indignant that someone was hemming and hawing and not allowing me to just join the class. What was the big deal? I could follow along with kicks and yadda yadda. Well, the person (an instructor?) said, I didn’t know the katas, so I couldn’t follow along. Hmmm. He’s right. I don’t know the katas.

Surely there was more, but that’s all I remember. That and the mirrors on the wall and the lovely pale blond wooden floors.