Haha holy this is insane.

I too had a Habs dream the other night! Not so much a nightmare, but also bizarre...

I was going camping, and was loaded up with a big backpack and bushwacking through thick spruce trying to find a lakeshore? I was like, struggling through these trees and kept catching bright glimpses of the lake through gaps in the branches, and then I hear some voices.

I push these branches apart and there’s a clearing by the lake, and there’s Carey Price of all fucking people. He’s got an axe and is splitting firewood, sees me, and is super friendly! Welcomes me to his camp and invites me to the fire kinda thing. We talk about fishing and the birds and whatnot. Then everything was just sorta alright, and I woke up.

Was very weird.