Crispiness? Are you serious?

Day 124

I posted an update today, but I'm due for something a bit more interesting. I had a wacky dream the other night. I do graphic design and marketing for a company that owns multiple nursing homes. This company if family owned and the family members are colorful to say the least. I have been contracted with them for a year and a half now, so these people have become my friends and regular parts of my life.

I have always had wacky dreams, but Ambien sort of ramps up the process. There are a few things aout my dreams that you should know. I always dream in color. There is always a musical soundtrack playing in my dreams. People in my dreams have clear faces and voices. Finally, I always dream in first person meaning that I experience the dream through my own eyes.

In this particular dream, the people who own this company had just purchased a camp. By camp I mean 500 acres of wilderness in the middle of nowhere, like a summer camp. In the middle of this land, there was a large hill. We were walking up the hill when one of the family members developed a respiratory condition and began to lag behind. I volunteered to hang back and walk with him while the other went up the hill.

While walking, he noticed a building off to our left. "Let's go see what's in there," he said, "I haven't been in that building yet." It was just a large metal out-building like a big garage, warehouse, or a Vineyard church. This particular guy is the COO of the family's corporation, so he's in charge of the physical running of the facilities. He is also Microsoft certified so he is constantly fixing some server, computer, laptop, or cash register. This is significant because the building was literally filled with the skeletal remains of computers all the back to the Commadore 64. Crossing the room, we saw a door that led us into a second warehouse filled with drums sets and workout equipment. "This is awesome!" he exclaimed, "We could open up a combination workout facility and jazz club!" Nevermind the fact that our clientele is in their eighties and couldn't make it up the hill, let alone workout, dance, or stay awake long enough to enjoy jazz.

While all of this was going on, the owner of the business and my design partner made it to the top of the hill where they discovered the cremation oven. Yes, there was a cremation oven in the middle of nowhere. The owner declared that, since we were in the retirement business already, opening a crematorium only made sense. He also announced that it would be called The Central Crematorium of Crispiness, and that we would have to find a way to market it.

I woke up just as we were about to create a newsletter for the Central Crematorium of Crispiness. When I got to work, I shared my dream with the owners and the other marketing staff. While I don't think we'll be opening a camp, a workout jazz club, or a crematorium anytime soon, I'll be ready just in case.