And pulls out my stick, the broken one, the one that shattered last night when I scored. I know that stick, every nick in the blade. The black composite fiber fractured when I put everything I had into that shot.
The broken stick! How could he have dreamt of something that hadn't happened yet? This has to be the dream. Or really just an extended, detailed memory that he's reliving. Hopefully when he finally wakes up he'll remember everything...
