Earlier, I dreamed I was on an NHL team, in the playoffs, Glen Sather as the coach. Problem was, I am not remotely qualified to be an NHL player, a fact brought home by being at ice-level on the bench, watching the speed and intensity of the name. But Sather knew better; he would never play me. Rode the bench. So I thought, as I went to go get something. Came back, he yells "where were you?" and puts me in. I am completely lost, but managed to put my stick on the ice and score a goal.