ninjast4r

Meh, maybe not. It’s silly.

I would taste like determination. Have you ever tasted determination? Y’know, like when you want to do something so badly you can taste it? That weird numbing taste in your mouth when you know you won’t stop until it’s done, when you ball up your fists, bite your lip, and give it hell? That’s what I would taste like. Determination Flavored Ice Cream. It could be called The Determinator or Determination Station or Determinally Ill.

People would eat my cream and say “I know what that guy’s feeling!” or “Damn! I’m Determined as hell! Nothing can stop me now!” Then they’d bait the cops and say “I’ve got a whole tub of ice cream here that say you ain’t got enough bullets in that gun to take down my hungry ass! I’m far too determined!”

It could change the course of human history. Girls would eat my ice cream when they have a girl cry-fest, and then furrow their brow, clench their jaw, and kick some ass. Yeah! Stuff would get done, and there’d be no more bemoaning of fate, no more complaining, no more pansies.

I’ve had several. One of which was most recently.

I work at a local retail chain part time while going to school, working to get some money for gas/food/bills/girlfriend etc. and the crew I work with is just fucking awesome. I love those characters. My store has the second best Produce (where I work) department in my region. We do on average about $500,000 annually and we’re growing.

But that’s not my dream.

I dreamt about two weeks ago that my store decided to have a talent competition between the departments, like Meat, Deli, Bakery, Produce etc. Each department got to choose what they wanted to do. Produce, where I work, chose to do a song and dance routine. We chose “Jungle Love” by Morris Day and The Time. We all talked about practicing, but we never did. Now, we all knew the words, but none of us could, even in real life, really sing for crap (and that will make you laugh, even doing set up at 5:00 A.M listening to us wackos sing “Time In A Bottle” by Jim Croce). And, our dancing wasn’t cohesive, but we all did SOMETHING.

Now, I think this dream, which I remember vividly, something that rarely happens, has deeper meaning, like on a psychological level. It was as if I was interpreting my oberservations of all my co-workers. My boss was the best dancer/showman in my dream. He dressed up, he bust some funky moves, and he was just on it. I think this is because he’s an awesome guy. He’s funny as hell, and he’s really energetic and outgoing. Our order writer started to mumble halfway through the song, and gave up, whipping out his Symbol (the little computer we use to order/scan product) and doing the order, on stage. This is because he’s a team player, but he’s still all business first. One guy, who is a hell of a worker, but is habitually late, was late for the performance in my dream. Kooky, yeah?

We all did our own thing on stage, but we did it as a team. I guess that was because we all work together separately. But, we’re still second best (Traverse City’s store is the best store in terms of profit) produce department in the region. I woke up before my dream could finish because I had to get up to go to work.

What do you make of this?