10/2/22
Sunday morning, waking up to piss, laughing that I naturally woke a little before what had been my work alarm a couple days ago, a bit sore/tired/dehydrated having just done 30 hours in the kitchen over the past three days, maybe a little bit of it cause of the dream…
During gym dreams I’m convinced I do dynamic tension in my sleep.
At a nightmarish gym, a weird mix of medieval dungeon and horrific futuristic sci fi….
There was a pullup bar, I hopped up though a bit worried that I would be shot and killed by the gym manager while on the bar (whether the laser(s) were set to stun or not – yes I was thinking this watching his skeevy otto like ass being sketchy at the front desk), and started repping pullups.
5 reps – huh, easy, I’m not that good at pullups right now
10 reps – this is about as well as I have done recently
let’s get to 20, it’s been a while…
20 reps – cool, continue, we’ll PR with 30
30 reps – yep, PR – let’s hit 35
hang a moment
35 reps – I’m bored, let’s make the PR a little higher
hang a moment
one more
hang a moment
one more
37 reps – call it, more reps in the tank – had I wanted it easily 40 to 45, even 50 reps, hop down…
Well the manager didn’t shoot me with his laser, that’s good.
I go into the locker room, piss, and as I’m washing my hands the manager let’s the 8ft roided out orc of a low iq roid rage bodybuilder type (obviously the rancor) out of it’s cage.
What a weird dream, I was me, as Luke? – I haven’t watched any star wars in years…but this dream? In it I was good at pullups though 🙂
I take all the gym dreams, even the nightmarish ones, even the star wars like nightmarish ones as inspiration to keep training.
Off to lift.
-J
astronaut in the ocean – masked wolf