I had a hard time looking at them and couldn't keep straight how many arms and legs either of them had left. Some big, bearded guy, someone in authority, leaned in on my lady companion and said something aggressive. Instead of beating him down, I stood up and said let's go look at the gym. I always like to look at a gym.
Cute girl in a short paisley dress led us down a long hallway. I hear a locker open and close. There were rows of crazy narrow pink lockers built into the tiled block walls. My lady companion had climbed into one, even though it was too small for her. I didn't move. After a few breaths she came out, crying, like a figured. Finally I got it out of her. She said the female amputee -- who was "so beautiful" -- was working as a lowly janitor in charge of a storage room. I was hoping someone was playing basketball in the gym, but it was a ladies exercise class. I really like to see someone playing basketball. Goes to show. You can't control your dreams.