Dreamed Sonja and I were staying at a martial arts retreat on 24th Avenue in Alderdale. Had its own lake and all the outbuildings and such of your typical hobby farm. The Master and his family were not typical at all however. They were fucking Martians! (Actually they were fucking Koreans but it makes for better reading if they are Martians.)
The sparring was full contact, including knives, guns and rocket propelled grenades. It was our first day so Sonja and I only sparred once and did so under the close scrutiny of the Master. His interpreter told us we did ok which we already knew because we had lived to hear about it.
After the sparring was done we sat around drinking beer. Those fucking Martians know what us humans like to do: drink beer and kill each other.