I was working out in a gym built in the basement of an apartment building. The rooms were really small and maze-like, but somehow they had managed to fit everything in. I was pedalling on a stationary bike, and behind me, in a room the size of a bathroom, a guy was doing sit-ups. In another corner, a giant-like man was squatting with a barbell that looked like it was about to snap in half, he must've loaded every weight plate in the gym onto it.
The sit-up guy eventually left, and my gaze lingered a little too long on the giant. He took the plates off the bar, then huffed and puffed his way through the cramped gym toward me.
When he reached me, he asked, "Do you know what a facelift is?"
I'd heard the term plenty of times before, especially in the context of car model updates, but I decided to play dumb and said, "I've seen it mentioned in a few texts. Why do you ask?"
The giant turned to the guy working out next to me and slapped him hard across the face with an open hand. It was brutal. If I saw correctly, he crushed the guy's cheekbone and completely disfigured his face.
"That's a facelift," the giant boasted. "But do you know what a faceloft is?"
"Never heard of it, and really I don't want to know either," I replied.
"Don't worry, it's super simple, besides, not even that painful," he said.
He picked up a 25 kg weight plate from the floor, lifted it to chest height, and dropped it on the face of a guy who had been stretching on the ground. The man lay motionless as blood began to spread across the floor.
"That's a faceloft!"
The giant burst out laughing and came up with another question: "Wanna see something else? I've also got a facelop."
A wave of chills ran over my body and got goosebumps, besides me and the giant, there was no one left in the gym in one piece. I could feel myself melting into the floor and, half-paralyzed by fear, I crawled toward the stairs and out of the door.
Once I reached the light outside, the dream vanished. And I drifted back into a restless sleep.