Mud Battle Memory

I'm getting a vague impression of a mud battle. Kinda like a mud wrestling match. I don't want anything to do with this mess. I don't know how it got started, but yuk. Moritz, my Great Dane, is there barking, running around wagging his tail. Somehow I've been pulled into this mess and I'm getting covered with mud. I even think someone has stuffed a handful of mud down my shirt and pants. It feels cold, wet, and disgusting. My sweater is no longer the color that it used to be because it is caked with mud. I'm pretty sure that I was not a willing participant in this activity. I think they even tried to "mud" Moritz, but he was smart enough to stay away from them. I think he saw what happened to me.