What a strange dream I had.
I was in a small hockey rink, playing hockey with a whole bunch of faceless people. (I never saw their faces and I never identified them directly, so I don't know who they were.) The hockey rink was about half-size, and people were sitting in chairs, watching an anime-styled angel drifting back and forth near the edge of the boards. There was no goal net to speak of - instead, near where the angel was hovering, there was a small mailslot-sized hole at the baseboards that we were all aiming for. I remember shuffling a hockey puck inbetween the aisles of people (which is really difficult when all the aisles are packed tight and we're all in our hockey blades and gear), and I remember getting a goal that had to be reviewed because it was thought something was fishy about it.
I don't think I can really parse anything reasonable from this. XD
I was in a small hockey rink, playing hockey with a whole bunch of faceless people. (I never saw their faces and I never identified them directly, so I don't know who they were.) The hockey rink was about half-size, and people were sitting in chairs, watching an anime-styled angel drifting back and forth near the edge of the boards. There was no goal net to speak of - instead, near where the angel was hovering, there was a small mailslot-sized hole at the baseboards that we were all aiming for. I remember shuffling a hockey puck inbetween the aisles of people (which is really difficult when all the aisles are packed tight and we're all in our hockey blades and gear), and I remember getting a goal that had to be reviewed because it was thought something was fishy about it.
I don't think I can really parse anything reasonable from this. XD
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Guys trying to get something into a small hole down low, huh? ;3
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And okay, yeah, that does sound typical for a strange dream for me to have some strange euphemism. XD