This is Boston, Not LI

Seriously. Like the amount of random, ridiculous shit that happens in my dreams is just insane. I had an assist on a goal for Everton, despite wearing a Liverpool jersey. I was on a plane that, in an effort to conserve fuel, started flying with a few other planes in a V-formation. This wouldn’t be strange, except for the fact that they were all passenger aircraft. Clint Eastwood made an appearance as some overly-controlling father from the future who managed to exert control over his daughters via some weird wrist device (this part felt almost like a movie trailer), but then one started to unknowingly buck the system. The Doctor made an appearance (naturally), and as we were fighting off some unnamed foe, I noticed he was wearing an Anton Strahlman New York Rangers jersey. I was pumped to see him in a Blueshirt, but confused about Strahlman (this coming from someone that has a Jed Ortmeyer jersey in real life). Apparently the two of them had hung out just prior to him making an appearance in my dream. 

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN