Dreams of Unknown Caddies

What happens when you watch Sports 30 and an episode of Dexter on the same night?

You dream weird dreams.

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It was september, for some reason, I had to go back to school. Figures : someone had not yet completed my diploma and even though my notes were there, I had to go back to second grade. it seemed like they rolled what year I would go back to with a die. They rolled second.
All right, so second grade it is. I must go with the flow as they say and that's my math class in front of me. As I come in, like in so many dreams, I know everyone but recognize no one. Whatever, I do recognize my teacher though. Alex Kovalev. Really. What the hell is he doing teaching maths when he should be doing millions somewhere else?
I listen to him talk - in French - and he is an eloquent and well versed man. He uses long terms, which I don't recall, and has a nice soothing voice. I guess I want to like him.
So be it.
The class goes well and it somehow shifts at his house. I'm not there but I see everything. I am in the mind of this girl : Kovalev's new girlfriend. He's not there and we're talking to his two adoptive children. He has a boy of about 10-11 and a little girl of about 8. They both radiate some kind of maturity and intelligence that are proper to foster children. Like they've been forced to look out for themselves for some time and thus have had maturity forced upon them.
They talk of their father like a hero, nay, like a god. HE does this and HE does that. Really weird but, hey, that's kids for you!
They then started to hint that he has moved a lot in the past years, moving from cities to others, which wasn't related to hockey at all. No words were told clearly but distinct images of Alex Kovalev perfoming several mass murders then appeared.
His kids explained he had a craving for murder (Dexter influence) and had to move from time to time simply because the body count was too high and suspicious. The last image of this dream was that of Alex Kovalev in Ottawa, with some kind of burning and crudely drawn background, out of this world's physics all around, upon a pile of bodies, blood gushing everywhere and a dramatic no-tune music filling the air.

I hope it means he'll sink the Senators.

I was at the mall and all the stores looked the same : a solitary island with no distinct product whatsoever. That damned new law is behind it all.

"No store of any kind shall be permitted to display products that may differenciate them from other stores."

Why should a law like that exist? My favorite stores have all gone bankrupt because of their specialized nature and the fact that they were not widely known to the public. Why buy a game at eBGames when you can buy the same thing at Wal-Mart or Archambault?