Batman Dad and The CC

Date: 9/5/2017

Starting off in the living room at my parents house, my dad is sitting down and slowly taking off a suit that is definitely a Batman suit (and no 1960s Adam West Batman, I mean Ben Affleck BvS suit). As he begins to peel off layers, I realize that although the suit is large it's got to be big because my dad is absolutely yoked! Biceps the size of cantelopes and a chest as wide as a Cadillac grill. I ask if I can put the Batman suit on and he says yes and, although I'm not considered small, as I'm putting it on it's a little loose. As I'm trying to get it all on myself, my dad does as he normally does and he sits in the kitchen (in his underwear) to eat. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I start this dream at the fitness desk at the CC on, what feels like, a Sunday night. I'm a little low on money so I decided to help out and put a couple hours in. The longer I'm there, the more I realize how things have fallen apart. Jesse and Brad show up and start giving me shit, per usual, and as I'm scraping the rust (or rust like shit) off the track, they're telling me about how bad it is and how nothing gets done anymore. Then David, and his giant personality, show up and he's talking shit too.