I have a bunch of things to write about, but Gwenny was talking about weird dreams. This is a hockey one I remember from a few years ago, only because it was so weird for me.

My friend Diane had the biggest case on Panthers enforcer Paul Laus. He's not my friend, but I've very close to his parents.

Me to Paul: "Hey, you're parents left two weeks ago and I haven't heard from them recently. When are they arriving?

Paul to me: "How should I know. You talk to them more then I do. One day, they will just show up in my yard."

I personally have NO interest in the guy, aside from what he does on the ice, but his folks are really cool. In any case...

I was really sick at the time of this dream and in this dream, I was -- guess what? -- really sick!

This is also why I wear a nightshirt to bed. If I sleep naked, I'm always naked in my dreams. If I've got a nightshirt on, I'm at least properly clothed in my dreams.

In any case, I was really sick and Lausy came over to check on me. How he got into the house and into my bedroom, I don't know, because I was still in bed and didn't let him in. But he showed up at my bedside.

We did the "I'm Okay, and no, I don't need anything from the store" routine, and then he starts looking at my hockey sticks. He gets to Kevin's and says "We'll what's wrong with this one? It doesn't look broken to me."

"There's nothing wrong with it," I reply. "He left it in Washy's (Steve Washburn's) garage at the end of the season and I rescued it." Which is actually how I got it!

Several years ago, Nike did a bunch of "out-of-work goalie" commercials, which, to this day I still love! This particular dream took a part from the "janitor" commercial.

In the commercial, the goalie is in full gear, but has a mop instead of his stick, as he goes into his moves in this neatly polished hallway, where a guy in a suite stands, waiting for the elevator, wondering how he's going to escape this freak:

"I tried a glove save! I couldn't stop him!

"I tried a kick save! I couldn't stop him!"

Well, in the dream, Lausy is in jeans and a T, but he goes into the full routine using Kevin's stick as a prop.

I nearly choked to death laughing!

He comes over afterwards and sits on my bed, and I give him a peck on the cheek and say "Thanks, Lausy. Laughter really is the best medicine!"

:-)

A note on the name: For his first two years with the Panthers, it was pronounced as louse (lous). The Cats decided they could make more money with the name "Laws" as in Laus-enforcement, so the pronunciation suddenly changed.

Evan once dared me to call him "lousey" to his face, which I did right in front of Evan. He laughed and gave me a hug for it. Evan was left to scrape is jaw off the pavement.

Yes, John and Rhea are my "In-Laus" (pronounced "in-laws") but I still get a kick out of calling him "lousey"