Last night, in a sweltering stupor, I dreamt that I was on the Canadian Olympic Hockey team. We were playing the Russians in a huge monolithic arena that was all black marble from the outside. It was a physical game, the score was 3-1 for us, and we had a lot of traffic in front of the net, there was a shot from the point, the goalie saved it and it sort of bounced around in the crease. I was behind the net and swung my stick with one hand out and around and somehow defied the laws of physics as my stick tapped the puck into the net towards me. Never mind my odd position but it was a sweet goal, what a great feeling scoring a goal for Canada :) After the game Martin St Louis came up and 'Nice goal man'.

This dream was the natural progression of my hockey dreams, maybe even continuity, considering the following Vaughn quote quoting me:
from Jan. 16: Justin: "the other day i dreamt i was on the canadian hockey team and i overcame the odds and racism that was thrown at me to become the first chinese nhler"