Last night I dreamt in a Kafka-esque world of colors and wonderment. It was like the dancing elephants scene from "Dumbo" only with hockey players. Alexander Ovechkin was standing in the middle of a rink, the outlines of everything a hot neon pink, when all of a sudden, Stormy came out marching with several clones of himself. They circled the Great 8 once and left. Then, Iceburgh came out and circled Ovie three times and disappeared in a foggy haze.
This was followed up by Mike Green taking Stan Lee to a bar to discuss the next Mighty Ducks movie, which was to feature an Avengers crossover, based on my fan-made screenplay! Stan Lee kept handing Mike Green beers in a bottle, which was weird since he wanted it in a cup.
Rick DiPietro bumped into me and shattered into 1000 pieces. My Charizard from Pokemon Yellow joined the Philadelphia Flyers since he knew "Slash". Chris Pronger showed up wearing a necklace of skulls and burst into flames, howling like a banshee, which I thought meant the dream was over, but then he game me an ice cream cone, so I knew this was not over. And then Bruce Boudreau took my ice cream cone.
I was transported to a desolate land once capable of glory but put to fiery and shadowy ruins much like Hyrule in "Ocarina of Time". After leaving Vancouver, I woke up to find the top half of a hockey stick broken in my bed. And then I woke up again to find that hockey was still locked out. Thus begins the true nightmare.
Also, Chris Pronger stalks me.
Rick DiPietro bumped into me and shattered into 1000 pieces. My Charizard from Pokemon Yellow joined the Philadelphia Flyers since he knew "Slash". Chris Pronger showed up wearing a necklace of skulls and burst into flames, howling like a banshee, which I thought meant the dream was over, but then he game me an ice cream cone, so I knew this was not over. And then Bruce Boudreau took my ice cream cone.
I was transported to a desolate land once capable of glory but put to fiery and shadowy ruins much like Hyrule in "Ocarina of Time". After leaving Vancouver, I woke up to find the top half of a hockey stick broken in my bed. And then I woke up again to find that hockey was still locked out. Thus begins the true nightmare.
Also, Chris Pronger stalks me.
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