Make It There

Memories.
Memories floated in my mind that night.
The ice, smooth, smooth.
There I was, with full on confidence, with my gear and beast mode activated.
My eye was on the puck the whole time, not losing sight of it; blurs of yellow, black, red, and white passed by me.
Then, all of a sudden, a feeling grew in me. Wait...I didn't feel right. What am I doing here? I'm not suppose to be here. This already passed, right?
Then the horns blew, the sirens wailed, indicating that a goal was made.
Oh no, please don't tell me...I turned around, and to my dismay, there was a puck behind me. You gotta be kidding me...
Then, I saw the big, silver, 20 pound cup being held in the air by the red and white blur.
No...This is...This is all my fault...
Before I was able to act, the scenery turned into a dark alley.
The alley was pitch black, the only light was the moon.
I was no longer wearing my goalie gear, but my regular clothes. Okay...don't freak out...Just try to get outta here.
Before I was able to, I heard someone speaking Finnish. I turned around and saw a guy with blond hair walking up to me. Just stay cool...just stay cool...
The guy stopped walking when he was inches away from me. Then the words that came out from his mouth weren't Finnish, but were English, perfect, textbook English, like me. But the words themselves...What the...
"I made you," he told me.
I was still for a moment. "Excuse me?"
"I said that I made you."
I hesitated and turned around sharply, and tried to make a run for it. The guy quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him.
"Trust me...You'll see..," he whispered into my ear.
Then I began to regain conscience and snapped out from my dream. I sat up quickly from my bed, breathing hard and sweating more than usually.
"Ohmygosh, thank God that was just a dream..." I placed my head into my hands and let out a sigh of relief.
"You okay, Tuuks?"
I looked down at my wife, Bebe, who was laying next to me. "Just a bad dream."
"You almost scared me. And you woke me up."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But what could I do about it?" I looked at the huge window that was in front of our bed, letting the moonlight shine on us. "I can't control what I dream about."
"I'm starting to worry about you," Bebe told me.
I gave her a confused look. "Why?"
"This has been the what? fifth time you had a nightmare in a week?"
"It's my second one, and no, please, Bebe, don't worry about me. I'll do fine."
Bebe sighed. "Okay...Just stop scaring the daylights out of me when you wake up from 'em."
"Okay..." I looked back at her. "Sorry..."
Bebe waved her hand lazily in the air. "It's fine... I still love you."
I chuckled. "I love you, too." I kissed the top of her head.
"Now get some sleep. And don't wake up super early, okay?"
I nodded and slipped back underneath the blankets and laid on my back. I tried closing my eyes and thinkof nice thoughts, but that blond dude kept on popping back on my mind like an annoying commercial. It's just a dream, me. Stop thinking. Just go back to sleep--you'll make Bebe happy that way.
But I couldn't.
So after an hour and a half of laying lazily, I got up and changed into my jeans and put on my black coat and headed out the door.

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