In last night’s dream, among other things:
I went to the fitness center for Tuesday’s noon class. I saw some folks sitting in the center of the floor, garbed in garish 80s garments, and a pile of more off to the side. I asked Shaina what the class was today, and she said it was “Phone Calls.” She got distracted in the middle of saying “If there aren’t enough…” and I stayed off to the side to observe and figure out what was going on. Apparently, you put on 80s clothes and sing random words to a hymn tune, as if talking on the phone. Mmm, exercise.