Most of my personal work is based on dreams - for some reason I cant sleep without dreaming. Sometimes its just a jumble of events that make no sense, and sometimes something coherent emerges from the fiction churning in my grey mass. In this case a boxing match between patterned fighters. My role was just as an audience member, the rippling and changing patterns on the fighters with every hit they took were pretty cool. Didnt make it to the end of the match because my alarm clock went off.