Suddenly, I was talking with one of the greatest goalies of all time.
This was a dream and I was in it.
I was near where the players go on and off the ice. Alas, I was a goalie in full goalie gear and everything. I had about a ten minute conversation with one Patrick Roy. I asked Roy what he thought I could work on.
He basically said "You're not seeing the puck with your eyes, look with your eyes." And I asked him what that all meant and I idled off to a different conversation. We talked about how damn dangerous the Pens were and how good the rest of the league was. We talked about Giguere and Varlamov but he said he really like Mckinnion.
....And of all the weirdest things there was a door that shined light in. It was angellic-type light but it was odd because there was green, green, green grass outside the door. It was really close to the door and unnaturally green.
I soon woke up because my mom was yelling.
Wow!
I am glad nothing else wacky happened like a clown throwing pies out of a blimp.
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