Last night I had a dream that a bunch of huge and very muscular wrestlers were chasing me and trying to fight me. There were 9 of them, and I kept trying to lose them one by one by tricking them into going into rooms with glass doors and locking them in. When I was face to face with the last wrestler I looked up at his huge body and glared at him, and I said, "Ok, bring it on! I'm going to tear you limb from limb! I may look small but I'm a power house!"
And, you know what? The bastard ran away!
I woke up in a fantastic mood, ready to take on the world! So, bring it on you bastards!