Thursday, June 11, 2009

Prophetic Dream?

Last night I had a dream. I was in Joe Louis Arena section 213b. I was sipping some cola through a straw. The straw hit my teeth and they crumbled out of my mouth into my hands on a string of saliva. I threw them onto the floor and saw a tiny hole on the floor where they fell. I looked closer and could see something moving inside the hole. Suddenly the floor had the consistency of potting soil and I started to dig and expand the hole. As the hole got bigger, I could start to make out what was beneath me. It was West Jefferson Ave and 3rd Street. As the hole grew, I could see the Michigan/Ontario border.



The hole kept getting larger and it ate the row of seats I was on and we began to fall. And we fell fast. The woman on the last seat to my left was shrieking and I was thinking about how she sounded just like the Wilhelm Scream. When I came back to the moment, I could read the sign for the Gordie Howe Entrance right before we were about to hit the steps to the Arena. How fitting!


Absolute white light accompanied by a high-pitched ringing sound came next. At my feet was a trumpet that I had an incredible urge to play. I picked it up and put it to my lips and blew. Suddenly the white light disappeared and my vision was filled with an incredible sight. The ringing sound turned into a huge crowd's cheer. Hundreds of thousands of people were with me, in Joe Louis Stadium. Confetti and paper was flying through the air. The trumpet in my mouth turned into a red, plastic fan trumpet. I was cheering along with everyone else! I looked down to the ice and Detroit won the Stanley Cup! I continued lowering my gaze and realized that I was naked. I looked up and everyone was looking at me. So I streaked across the ice.Then I woke up on my floor. It appeared as though I had fallen out of bed onto my face. I sat up and grabbed the luke warm water from my night table and put the straw into my mouth. I had a stabbing pain in my mouth as I tried to drink. I put my hand under my chin and spit out the foreign matter in my mouth. Five of my teeth crumbled out of my mouth into my hands on a string of saliva. I wonder what else will come true from my dream!







5 comments:

  1. Being such a grand poobah sports expert as yourself, it should come as no surprise to you that for the past 18 Stanley Cup Finals that went to Game 7, the stats on the home team winning are 18-0. Thus the Red Wings winning the Cup is to be expected. Nevertheless, I'm personally pulling for the Pens. Call me a sucker for punishment, but I watch sports specifically with the hope to see underdogs beat the odds and gloriously smash records into bits. Go Pens!

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  2. ...Btw, I've never heard of the Wilhelm Scream before. Remarkable!

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  3. The stats are the past. We have to deal with the present. That's why I've been sleeping with my hockey stick, doing wind sprints exactly 16 minutes before each game, not washing my socks, wearing my lucky detroit shirt I got when I was 7, and simply not talking about their success. It's the very least I can do.

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  4. Are you trying to get athletes foot? Wash your socks!

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  5. Athletes foot is communicable if you're barefoot or share towels. If I don't take off my socks, or take showers until game 7 is over, I'll remain healthy. I'd rather get Tinea Cruris than make the Wings lose.

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