Ice Cream Hockey
I play hockey as a hobby, and the NHL season just started a week or two ago, so I have hockey on my mind. Perhaps this is where the dream came from.
I dreamt that I was playing on an old hockey team of mine, but instead of deciding who goes on next as we usually did, we had a coach telling us who to go out next. I’ve never been coached in hockey before, so it was a strange thing. Being coached wasn’t the strangest part of the dream. Everytime we had a shot on goal, the coach would reward us with an ice cream cone. However, the refs wouldn’t stop action long enough to allow us to eat our treat, so we had to skate, play the puck, dodge checks, and try to score goals with an ice cream cone in one hand.
If we managed to score a goal (I scored 1 in my dream just before waking up) then we were rewarded with this huge ice cream sandwhich on a stick. The treat was about 2 feet long, and we had a few seconds to gulp it down before the puck was dropped for the next face-off. Every time someone was rewarded with this treat, they always managed to scarf it down before the next face-off.
During the course of the game, there were piles of ice cream, sticks, and cones scattered about the ice. I didn’t sleep long enough to see the conclusion of the game, so I never got to see how the Zamboni driver reacted to the mess that we had made.
