I dreamed I was training for a fight that kept moving

Last night I dreamed I was in the corner, wraps on, gloves laced, but every time I stepped toward the ring it shifted further away. The ref kept yelling at me to hurry up, and I kept yelling back that I was trying. Woke up with my jaw tight, like I'd actually been clenching through it. Probably just my brain processing that I've been stuck in the same routine for weeks, but there's something funny about dreaming you're late to your own life.