What Not To Do At Night

[la_samtyr]

Mainly, do not eat any junk food *at all* **After** 9pm. I did and yes, I know better. This is the resulting dream. It makes little or no sense, so please don't ask questions. Psycho-analyse all you want, comment all you want but please don't ask -- I have no clue why I would dream something like this in the first place or only remember certain parts. Ok, onto the dream.

I went to a hockey game in Nashville, who are hosting the Red Wings. The rink was really weird looking, as if a basketball court was under construction and it had been converted to an ice rink at the last minute. The only player I recognised was Foppa, who was playing for Nashville. (No-one else has those weird-ass blue eyes. Hully kinda does, but not quite.) After the game, I went to the locker area and saw him standing beside some shelving, repacking his gear. I stopped to shake hands with him and said hi Pete; I must have known him a little bit because I called him by his first name. We talked briefly about how he liked it in Nashville after Colorado.

Special Note: I liked this dream because in it, I was Not Fat. Reason enough.

Note 2: I have no idea who won. I have no idea who *any* of the players on either team were except for Foppa.