Fitness Creeping Into Dreamland

I have to start this by explaining that I have really weird dreams. I mean super-weird. If they were movies they would be bizarre science fiction fantasy horror hybrids. I dream pretty much every night but some nights are weirder than others.

Last night I dreamed that an alien race was coming to attack, but not in the standard way. They brought another planet--dragged it up right next door and into orbit next to the Earth. Yeah, I know that would be pretty impossible and with gravity they would crash into each other, etc., but there was no crashing in my dream. Even in my dream I thought it was impossible but not impossible enough to wake me. They just brought that planet right up (and it meant we had a longer night because of it blocking the sun so much of the day) and used it as a jumping off point to come bother us on Earth. It was pretty scary.

OK, the reason I mention this is that in part of the dream I took the time to stop and admire someone’s collection of fitness equipment. They had all kinds of great dumbbells and a great big stand to keep them on. It was very impressive. This was a bit out of place in my sci-fi dream, and I guess indicates how much I’ve been thinking about my workouts lately.

Just to further demonstrate how wacky this dream was--in the dream I was a teenage understudy to a superhero’s sidekick. We were going to go kick some alien heinie but had to prepare our army first. I think it’s rather sad that I was just the understudy to the sidekick and not a superhero myself. In my husband’s dreams, he’s always the superhero or equivalent--why don’t I have that kind of dream confidence?

Next time I promise there will be more fitness and less zaniness.