neurological dryer lint

b and i were talking last night about daydreaming. he mentioned how growing up he used to sit around and juggle four or five ideas of projects and gadgets and things to build. so i started thinking of what i used to daydream of, and it brought back a funny memory.

up until i was nine or ten, my daydreams closely resembled The Wizard. granted, there were the typical ones about being a part of the GI Joe force, stopping Cobra from capturing the crucial military target that was Pleasant Run Elementary (i was always Snake Eyes, the ninja); or being like Daniel in Transformers: The Movie, in my own Autobot suit. lots and lots of them, though, consisted of me winning video game tournaments, and becoming a hero to my friends and family that were cheering for me in the audience. i still think back on those and it makes me laugh.

last night i remembered being eleven, though. i'd sit in school or on the bus, but my thoughts had drifted away from my legendary ninja skills. instead, i was listening to vanilla ice, because my friends told me he was the 'baddest rapper ever'. we were poor, misled children. anyway. it seemed like girls liked boys who didn't listen to weaker musicians (new kids on the block) - they wanted a guy who enjoyed tougher music. guys who could handle themselved in a fight. guys from the streets. like the iceman.

so i'd dream that i was at the vanilla ice concert down at riverfront coliseum. ice would come out on stage and his posse would follow. but hold on! his main guy, his wingman, collapses and dies onstage. his mic falls to the ground. ice looks out to the crowd. 'i need someone else to perform with me! can anyone here help?' and the people crowded around me at the front the stage part like the seas and he looks at me. naturally, i raise my hand. naturally, he waves me up to the stage. i know every word. every girl in the audience stares at me, eyes wild, screaming my name. even the ones who are in their twenties, which now that i think about it is a little disturbing. :)

so i made it my job to learn every word of every song on to the extreme. just in case. that is, until next when the black album came out. things kinda went a different direction around then. but if ice ever needs me for a show, i probably still remember a few of the songs.