… AKA my strange dream.
I dreamed that I was sleeping in my bed, and for some reason there were a bunch of women in their late twenties bunking on the floor of my room. They were all posters here (not any specific names, but I had a sense of “I know these people because they post to the SDMB”). Apparantly they were also a hockey team.
There was one outspoken, athletic woman with shoulder-length blond hair who was telling me a story. She was trapped outside of her house by an evil robot who would try to kill her if she opened the door. So, this woman got a robot arm (I seem to remember it being one of Robo’s arms from the video game Chrono Trigger), which had three gun barrels attached to it. She planned to use them to kill the robot.
Then, however, lightning struck the robot arm and the woman got shocked. Luckily, the robot in her house also got shocked, and died.
After this she began telling me a story about her hockey team. The team entered some kind of competition, calling themselves the Whoopers. This woman’s explanation for it was that the night before they had to name themselves, they were up all night “Whooping our clitorides” (to quote Dave Barry, ‘I swear I am not making this up’). So naturally they thought of Whoopers as a good name.
The team played a hockey game and won, recieving a large trophy cup as a prize. It was too big to take out of the arena by the doors, so they attached it to some pullys on the roof to get it out (I don’t know how this was supposed to work). The trophy cup got smashed through the wall of the arena, which really ticked off the owner, who was a small, white-haired man.