Mood: 
I had a dream last night that I got into the Juniors of the Team Canada hockey team, as goalie. This is weird because:
1) I’m almost 36
2) I can barely skate
3) I’m a terrible goalie
I was younger in the dream and my son Geoffrey was there too, a little older. I guess in the dream he was my little brother, which is also weird because I have no siblings.
I neglected to tell my boss about it until the last minute, and also didn’t tell my family. I didn’t go to any of the practices and showed up at the last minute for the first game. The end of the dream was me rushing around looking for my equipment and I don’t think I was going to make it. It was more stressful because I was the only goalie.