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5/9/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was playing hockey with a number of derby people. I was a defenseman, naturally, and I was back towards my own blue line when the puck came down the ice in my direction. Tara was chasing after it, but I was fairly sure she wouldn't be able to catch up. I wasn't sure if I should pinch in and take a chance on that until she dove for it and came up completely short. That was when I dug in and headed up-ice as fast as I could. But when I got to the puck, I realized that I'd left my stick somewhere (where? and why didn't this occur to me earlier?) so I just kicked the puck ahead as hard as I could. I got more onto it than I anticipated, and it went all the way behind the goal line. The goal was much larger than regulation, but I didn't think much on that. Diva was in goal. Even though I was on defense and without a stick, I decided that the best thing I could do would be to go try to screen her while other people made the plays and took the shots. So I set up in the crease and it was just a moment or two before one of my teammates scooped up the puck from behind the net and passed it out front to Ali in the slot. She took a slapshot that I was afraid was going to fly right into me and hurt tremendously, but instead it went between my feet, just barely glancing off one of my skates in the process (and no kicking motion, so when it went into the net a millisecond later I was sure that nobody was going to contest the goal). We all celebrated - including Diva: I couldn't be sure if she was being supportive or if she didn't understand what was going on - and then some guy came off the bench area with a stick for me. It was made of white carbon fiber, no tape or logos or anything to dull its brightness.

I had a dream last night that I believe involved bowling with Amber.

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