The Dinky Gym and a Session With Friends

Although this account seems detailed, I have a feeling there was much more lost to my memory. As I theorized a couple days ago (perhaps this is widely known), my natural hormonal cycle is probably affecting my memory. It has gotten a lot better the past 2 days for dream recall but there is still a general feeling of forgetfulness and lack of focus.

Dream 05.10.12
I get a day pass at a dinky little day spa / gym for women. When you go in, it looks more like a hair salon. I spoke to the girls at the front desk, she gives me a little token as my pass. I change and ask her where the free weights are. She points me to the back of the room. I don’t even see it and it turns out it’s one tower of weights, covered accidentally by another towel. The weights on it were small and the increments were not regular. I think the next up from a 5lb was 9lb. They also didn’t have the traditional dumbbell shape. The 9 lbs were like s straight pink banana.

Then a class must’ve broke because suddenly it was busy all around. So much so that I couldn’t even do any exercises in the back corner because I was bumping into other people. All the ladies around were either moving onto their next exercise, or changing. I got annoyed and thought, “where the hell is the changeroom? Why don’t they go there? Or I’ll go THERE to work out.” When I found it, it was small with on one bench, surrounded by about 10-12 lockers and it was jam-packed.

I go back out to the main area not sure what to do. Then a woman waves me over at reception. It was the owner. She reassures me that it just gets like this when a class let’s out, it’ll be over soon. Then she invited me into another area of the building to work out. She also told the receptionist to give me a free pair of slippers which I took and remember that I thought them to be very nice quality and that putting them on would indeed feel luxurious.

We go to a back room where the ceilings open up. It looks like a living room, there’s a tv, a coffee table and a couch. The design is all very straight-edged and minimalist with lots of sunlight coming from somewhere. I was guessing that the owner must live here. She gestured to the floor rug underneath our feet and said I was free to use the space as I wished. Then she walked away, back through the door to the gym. I looked around and was satisfied enough. So I changed right there in the living room back into my exercise clothes, feeling the cool air against my bare skin as I did, becoming a little goosebumpy. I can’t recall if I actually worked out after that.

Then a bunch of friends and I are sitting at a long table. The design of this room seemed to match with the gym owner’s house but that is uncertain. Anyway, we were all sitting there with lots of snacks on the table, games and several bongs. There was also a small tv on my end. I believe husband was on my right but I never talked to him or saw his face. The table was full. Df had arrived with someone else’s brother and they settled in standing behind me, sorta to my left. We were all in communal conversation, I was listening and laughing. Df did not say something to me directly but out of the corner of my eye, he gestured some joke to me and I just laughed a really good hearty laugh. I felt really good, happy, high and carefree with friends just enjoying the wasting of time.

Then people wanted to take a break from the table and go out to backyard. I look outside while people were going out, it looked wintery, chilly and windy. It was a big long yard with some shrubs in the distance but everything was covered in a blanket of snow. Since I was still in my exercise clothes, I didn’t really want to go. I think I did anyways in the end, with a thick jacket around me.

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