It began with being in some kind of hellish battle-royal type of arena, where there was a primary platform area in the center, with essentially a cliff around the perimeter.  I seemed to be aware that there was this free-for-all, every-man-for himself, no rules, barbaric death-match going on, but I wanted no part in it.  I seemed to find myself at one side, which from my perspective was the left side, and with the desire to get to the other side, but without going through the middle, where I would have no hope of getting through unscathed.  So I came up with a strategy to drop down to hang from the ledge and go around the perimeter, using a technique of just pulling up with my arms and swinging to the right, then regripping the ledge, etc.  So this seemed to be working pretty well, and I made some progress while staying off in the periphery of the mayhem.  But then suddenly I was in a lower-level area around the edge, and an extremely tall guy was walking toward me holding a bowie knife.  Given the context of this ongoing death-match I thought my goose was cooked, since the only thing I had for any semblance of a weapon was my car keys  So I tried to shout for help, thinking perhaps I might recruit an ally, but no one responded to my calls.  The guy got closer and just looked at me curiously, like he had no intention to cause me harm — and maybe he’d actually be an ally himself.

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