The gym was off a snowy highway like Sarcee. You entered its wide lobby and went down a lot of stairs under a skylight. At the top of the stairs to the rigt was another realm - the realm of dance classes. It was darker there - like dark grey winter light.
At the bottom there was a good court area, busy, Pop machines. Reminds me of denman fitness a bit.
((all night I had anxiety about waking up to do my first fasted cardio at the gym - not sure why. Woke up so many times. This is what caused ...))
Down there I got on the elliptical, but realized everything was going wrong - I had left my vitamins at home, taken the wrong ones, amongst other things. I was doing the whole thing wrong - etc etc.
j have a vague memory that I saw mehrdad and was annoyed and eventually got off the machine, then got on the stair climber/stepper, and realized that I was making an ass out of myself since that machine isn't even a part of my plan so I left.
Back up the stairs.
Things went sideways with me needing something - a bag, a shoe, something vital - and not being able to get it. Needing help from staff and feeling vulnerable.
Martha Stewart (just "Martha") was Carly, Emily and Liz's dance teacher over in that corner. I remember her being kind of a butch to me.
There was an area where they kept all their womanly things.... Jewelry etc. I felt a longing to be a part of a group of girls, intimately. There was a shelf where they kept all their jewelry, it was like a layer cake.
My brain concocted an array of jewelry, mainly silver. Lots of turquoise. A flat hammered silver design of tear drop shapes with butterfly etchings. One shelf was being cleared because I think liz was quitting. I remember a curtained change room and show cubby holes. It was really cozy. Liz had her hair in braids and was lying down, black, toque on.
Another part of the dream, not sure if it came before or after, was Amu Nasser driving me. I was on the bus at first, like a shuttle, but then he was driving. He drove me so fast it was scary. I needed a ride because I was still in this cold winter prairie wasteland (calgary? Haha). He drove me thru residential areas - similar to signal hill, only, we kept going through these archways - something I would expect in Beverly hills. But snowy. Houses were compactly close together and there were some so small and cute it looked like a village.
Amu basically picked me up and dropped me off. As per usual, so selfless and sacrificial. It made me miss him a lot when I woke up.
