Does anyone interpret dreams?

In my vision at night I looked, and there before me was my friend Abby. We were at PLU even though Abby goes to Western Oregon University. We entered the gymnasium together, and there I witnessed a scene so ridiculous that I almost woke up. In the center of the gym, two Down Syndrome kids were engaged in an Ultimate Fighting Championship match, of which Abby was the referee. Her deaf and mute boyfriend Brent was announcing the match. He had a microphone and everything. I was on the floor with my friends, cheering for the UFC fighters, and a third Down Syndrome child was preparing to fight the winner of the current match. To the side of the gym was a stage with choir risers. On the risers, a choir composed entirely of Down Syndrome children stood singing. And there my dream ended.