I had a dream last night that started with me being a Pokemon trainer, then me going to a hockey game. At the hockey game, Giroux’s slapshot ended up going over the glass and broke my hand, then they had a group meet up on this deck outside this hospital. The hospital was my childhood home, but it had my recent home’s deck. But it was with me, and these other people with injuries. Because in my dream it happened a lot during this game, idfk. So it was Giroux, Talbot, and I don’t remember who else, who came to visit us, and then we were talking, and all of a sudden there was a shooting star, but it made this crackling noise when it flew across the sky. So we were all “YAY MAKE A WISH!”, but then there were two more, and it shut all the stars out, and turned into a end of the world dream.
Moral of my dream: I play too much Pokemon, and watch too much hockey and Doctor Who.
Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
Tuor: You foolish fools, no one can tame the stuffaluffagus!