My Damn Opinion - Another bizarre dream

So, I'm back in the school again, getting there early and getting it set up. It's not in the same location, but it's still a nice place with good benches and lots of space to work, and one wall all mirror. As I'm getting everything put together, students start showing up and getting ready, looking like a good size class. At one point, Mike and Phil and Ken all show up, and they're glad to see me, and glad that I'm teaching today so they can just work out. As usual, the whole place has the feel of waiting for Kenny to show up, but not really expecting him to. Maybe that feeling was always just in me....

Anyway, we have several new students in the class, and Phil & Mike are helping out, and one of them is a tall, athletic handsome-faced kid, looks like he's about 17-18, and he suddenly starts mouthing off to me. He figures he's a bad ass and he's not impressed with what I'm showing him. Mike and Phil back off like, "Hey it's your funeral, man", and I tell the kid if he's feeling so tough to go gear up and we can see who's bad ass.

I come out a bit later, and everyone else is seated around the floor waiting for the match, and the kid is geared up and looking confident. I come out with what little gear I usually wear, but I'm feeling less than confident. I know I'm out of shape, and this kid is strong enough that he might actually hurt me if I let him hit me. Mike starts us out, and I throw a simple test roundhouse, not even landing it, just coming close and making sure to catch him with the pad. And he suddenly stops, his face grows real pale and he takes off his gear and leaves. Mike shakes his head like "Whatever, kid", as he walks out the door and starts to help me take off my gear. But the whole time I'm watching this kid leave, I can't shake the feeling: was he scared and impressed with what little I did? Or was he disappointed and disgusted, and now doesn't want to waste time learning from me?

I couldn't tell as he was walking away.