I had a ****ed up dream last night. I remember it so well because I literally woke up 15 minutes ago. Short summary:
I was at the draft in Pittsburgh this year, and it took place behind closed doors. I was literally one of three people in the room where the GMs go to announce their picks, and I was chilling with Gary Bettman talking about some stuff I can't remember.
I'm in a small room, sitting on a folding chair, and to my left is a big countdown clock telling me how long each team has to make their pick. Straight ahead of me is a small closet like room with a table, two desk chairs, and a WW2-era two-way radio(I probably got this from watching Inglourious Basterds the other night). Behind me and to my left is the doorway every GM comes through, I don't know what is through the door. Outside I know there are tens of thousands of people crowded around waiting for the draft to take place.
I'm checking Russo on twitter and he links to an article where he polled some pro scouts and some GMs and he's got together a mock draft list. Columbus, 1st overall, has a 99% chance of taking Yakupov, Islanders, 2nd overall, has a 80% chance of taking some guy named Brabangbra(Wtf did this name come from?), and the Wild, 3rd overall, have a 90% chance of taking Trouba (
), and I never looked beyond that because obviously(look left) I want Trouba.
The first GM is a new replacement guy from Columbus, who is taking over for Howson. I remember him being really young(as in, early 30s), but I can't remember a face or name. Guy walks in, sits down, and begins a small speech. He says he is going to turn this franchise around beginning with this draft pick and one other thing. He leans back and Bettman goes up to the radio and says that he wants to announce a trade. Rick Nash was traded to somewhere for three first round picks, two of which are in this draft, one of which is in the top-10. Good haul I guess. So long story short, guy leans back in and says they're taking Yakupov. Big surprise.
I go on Russo's twitter and he's talking about how this new GM is going to really mold Columbus into something different. Some chick sitting next to me is a BJ fan and she's rambling on about how stupid it is to trade Nash.
Now I'm not being racist or anything, but somehow the Islanders GM turned out to be a middle-aged Japanese man who spoke no english. He basically looked like Sony's head something,
Kazuo Kirai.
So he sits down and has another guy following him. He starts talking in Japanese, and somehow Bettman speaks fluent Japanese and picks up the 2-way and starts translating to the crowd outside. It is completely incoherent(not Bettman's fault, somehow I know Japanese as well and I know for a fact Bettman is translating correctly, it's just ****ing random), and the Islanders GM is talking about how he came over on a fishing boat and married a blonde bombshell and took over a bunch of farms in southern China and is part of a group that is drilling for a lot of oil in Africa, just a bunch of random stuff.
I'll interject at this point and say that Columbus had about 2 minutes to make their decision, from looking at the big clock to my left. the Islanders had about 7.
So then a screen and projector come down from the ceiling and the Islanders GM shows up on the screen and I know it's being displayed outside and on TV as well, but he starts talking about nothing related to hockey, just some random stuff.
Then it is his face taking up the entire screen and he says
"I have a message for the world. I will draft a defender." I start getting uncomfortable in my seat, and I can tell the woman next to me is as well.
Big dramatic pause, and you know in some horror movies you see like a 1-2 frame flash of like the demon or the ghost or whatever possessing someone? Just a quick flash where you don't know exactly what you saw but you know it's bad?
That happened here, and on the screen his face was replaced by the
troll face. I started moaning "No...no....nooooo" and the lady next to me is giving me weird looks, obviously she didn't see it.
"And I want you all to look into the face of the Jap who is going to do it." -
obviously the GM continuing talking.
his face is replaced by a trollface again, this time longer than before and the woman next to me sees it and says "What the **** is that?"
Inside the radio/closet room I hear the Islanders GM giggling madly to himself.
Then on the screen pops up an image that scars my dream self for life.
Jacob Trouba's face pops up and the Islanders GM gets superimposed on the image and he says Trouba's name. Then starts laughing on the screen and laughing in the radio room and I drop to my knees and scream "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo"
the Islanders GM walks out of the radio room, looks at me and laughs again, then kicks me in the face. I see Trouba walk in from my left with an Islanders jersey on and he's all smiles and all this random **** and I'm crying on the ground.
That's when I wake up in real life in a cold sweat thinking what the **** did I just witness?
I mean, I know I'm a fan of Trouba and all and I hope the Wild get him but I'm not
that obsessed with him. I have no idea why I am dreaming about him, wtf.
Just thought I'd post that because I felt like getting my daily writing out of the way early
