I dreamt that I was watching a fight between two men in their late thirties or early forties. Dressed in tight silk coats that fanned out at their knees and soft leather boots, both of them were wearing large fur hats reminiscent of the Mongols. One man was clad in red and the other in blue. Both of them looked and behaved like princes. Rather slow and highly ritualized, the fight took place on a low wooden stage. Serving as an official witness or perhaps a referee, I was on the stage with them. At least ten years younger than the fighting men, I was dressed the same way, but I do not remember the color of my silk coat. There was a large audience all around the stage. I do not recall hearing any sound from either the fighting men or the audience. At some point the man in blue kicked the man in red in the balls, and he fell backwards. Shaking his head, he got up soon afterwards, and the fight resumed. But the man in blue hit the man in red in the balls once again, this time with his clenched fist. The man in red fell face down right next to me. At first it seemed that he was knocked out, but he started getting up one more time. As he was propping himself up with his hands and lifting his chest from the floor, I stepped on his head and pressed it down. I still remember the curvature of the head under my soft leather boot. The fight was apparently over.