I don't know what to make of this. It came straight from a dream.
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Story behind the song
This song came from a dream I had. I will not describe the dream. Why this dream is centered on hockey, I'll have no idea. I don't watch hockey, I don't really care about hockey teams, nor do I know barely any hockey players' names, aside from Mario LeMeaux and Wayne Gretzsky. I don't watch any sports period. Nonetheless, the Red Wings, a team I have never seen or know anything about and I barely even know exist, makes an appearance in this dream. It is as follows:
Me and a female friend of mine and a male friend of mine (I forget who they were) are trying to scrounge up enough hockey players to represent the USA at the Olympics. For some reason, no one in professional hockey or any amateur hockey player is brave enough to go. We were on top of some sort of dam or water treatment facility at the bottom of a forest ravine. Behind me and in front of me to the left are two warehouses. In front of me to the right is an L shaped railing that ends about 75 feet away from me in front of me, and about twice that distance to my right. These are both rough estimates of course. I hope you can forgive me. It was a fucking dream from like several weeks back, so my memory's a bit hazy. Anyway, beyond the railing the concrete floor drops off and there's just ravine down at the bottom. To the right the pathway goes somewhere I forget, and there's a big open pathway to my left. Most of the hockey teams of the United States are on that side, but some are to my left, and me and my friends stand in the center trying to get one of these teams or some players to come forward. And no one's brave enough. One guy from the Red Wings steps forward cautiously, but he soon steps back again. Soon after, my two friends just abandon everything and go into the warehouse in front of me. I yell at them when I notice that they're leaving and accuse them of abandoning the cause. Soon enough, though, this song starts playing, like as the soundtrack. A song from my subconscious.
Anyway, the song starts and my two friends come out of the warehouse rolling out giant tires. And this seems to make sense to me as the solution to the problem, like my friends weren't bailing on me after all, that they had come through for me in the clutch and everything was going to be alright. Anyway, I told them something to the effect of "Well you should've told me you were going to get tires, or else I wouldn't've been yelling." Anyway, I help out and go into the warehouse to bring out another giant tire (the tires were about as tall as the people rolling them out), but I couldn't decide on one, or I couldn't lift any of them, or, anyway, I woke up after that. That's my dream. The song's called Tired Red Wings.