The Gym
November 20th, 2005
Last night I dreamt I was in the gym. I had never been to this gym before, but I felt like I was in a college somewhere. I am not sure if the gym was crowded or not, but I did not notice any other people there, and I never had any competition for the few machines I tried to work.
I was having the hardest time with the bench. The space around the bench was very crowded with other machines, and every time I tried to lift the weight, the actual bench was either too high, too low, or not aligned correctly. Eventually I gave up trying to use the bench and searched for a long time for the machine that works your pecks.
Eventually I found the machine I was looking for in a completely different room that I was surprised to find. I started to do the exercise after adjusting a very weird weight selection thingy. Instead of being a long metal pin that went through the weights, it was made of multiple pieces of plastic which held the weights together in a way I still do not understand.
After doing a few reps I noticed my bio lab partner sitting across from me in a chair that you would find at an airport terminal. She tried to give me a hug, but I refused because I was too sweaty.