Sometimes I dream about playing hockey. I have not played for years. I spent most of my time in the hemp hut, a little on the wing. In my dreams I see the opposing players coming towards my team's goal with speed, finesse and violence in every twitch of muscle, every fibre of their wooden stick.
I yell at them from my crease, "Shoot it motherfucker!" They shoot it for a corner along the ice. I kick out my toe and deflect the puck out of the rink.
After I make the save in my dream Sonja wakes up and asks, "What the fuck is going on? Why are you kicking me? Are you ever going to stop dreaming about hockey?"
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