Dreams and the Like
Tuesday:
Bench Press 202.5 lbs. 5 x 5
Uneven Hangs R: 9s, L: 10s
I was recently able to remember some of my dreams. All I can recall from Monday night was Jean Claude Van Damme (my childhood martial arts hero) having stretching arm and leg muscles similar to those of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Tuesday night, I was talking to some girl who turned me on. I got real close to her and went, "I'm looking for someone to make out with. Will you make out with me?"
And she did, very pleasantly. Last night, I imagined having a couple conversations with my dad, one of which touched on his being made fun of for being a "pretty boy." Maybe tomorrow my memory will serve me once again. And now, random warm memory time! For some reason, as I lay in bed tonight, I started flashing back to being a little boy in my bed at "the blue house" (which is now actually white, from when I last saw it).
I crawled out of my bed at night and walked to my parents' room, being no more than three years of age. I somehow opened the door and pulled myself up to their bed, where I lay between them and went right to sleep. I found myself wishing that tonight could be like that. There's a "darkness" following me which I seem to be running from. I'd really rather not dwell on it or call it to mind, but instead push it out of my head and thoughts.
I find myself wondering if it isn't the devil taking advantage of my emotional, physical and psychological vulnerability lately. All I can do is pray. I'll remind myself tomorrow, if I must, that Jesus will not forsake me...and that, while I'm at the gym, "no weapon formed against me shall prosper." Hopefully, come the dawn, I'll just be able to relax and enjoy life. And a new adventure shall begin.
Bench Press 202.5 lbs. 5 x 5
Uneven Hangs R: 9s, L: 10s
I was recently able to remember some of my dreams. All I can recall from Monday night was Jean Claude Van Damme (my childhood martial arts hero) having stretching arm and leg muscles similar to those of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Tuesday night, I was talking to some girl who turned me on. I got real close to her and went, "I'm looking for someone to make out with. Will you make out with me?"
And she did, very pleasantly. Last night, I imagined having a couple conversations with my dad, one of which touched on his being made fun of for being a "pretty boy." Maybe tomorrow my memory will serve me once again. And now, random warm memory time! For some reason, as I lay in bed tonight, I started flashing back to being a little boy in my bed at "the blue house" (which is now actually white, from when I last saw it).
I crawled out of my bed at night and walked to my parents' room, being no more than three years of age. I somehow opened the door and pulled myself up to their bed, where I lay between them and went right to sleep. I found myself wishing that tonight could be like that. There's a "darkness" following me which I seem to be running from. I'd really rather not dwell on it or call it to mind, but instead push it out of my head and thoughts.
I find myself wondering if it isn't the devil taking advantage of my emotional, physical and psychological vulnerability lately. All I can do is pray. I'll remind myself tomorrow, if I must, that Jesus will not forsake me...and that, while I'm at the gym, "no weapon formed against me shall prosper." Hopefully, come the dawn, I'll just be able to relax and enjoy life. And a new adventure shall begin.