Had a weird dream this morning.
I was at the gym, doing lat pull downs, when this guy comes in (it was Radon Randell from Blue Mountain State) and starts talking shit, like "That's too much weight for someone that doesn't know what they're doing."
I distinctly remember I was wearing my Lions jersey.
I started walking around the gym to do something else, but everything was weird and dream-like, where it's similar to the real thing but just kinda off. Machines didn't look right, there was an endless wall of free weights.
Then I noticed this asshole I went to high school with, but when I picked up a kettlebell to smash him over the head with it, I woke up.