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Our protagonist, Tom, wakes up one morning with powers that he could only dream of!

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Chapter #6

Get groceries to make dinner later

    by: RoyalJelly Author IconMail Icon
Tom walked downstairs, hopped in his car, and drove for the local grocery store. He had seen some place called Dream-E-Mart on the way into town, and it seemed like a fairly interesting place by grocers' standards. He had never seen a Kroger or a Safeway that placed giant murals of a night sky along its outside walls, at least.

Upon reaching the Dream-E-Mart, he turned off his car and hopped out with a jaunty tune in his head. If he was gonna be an independent man about town, he may as well show Aunt Des the cooking skills he had developed over the years. Well, over the months. Watching Korean cooking videos on Youtube for a week straight had to count for something, right?

He walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. Before him was a display stand, overflowing with brown hairy fruit. The store was offering a half-off-sale on coconut. Tom glared daggers at the display case. Why was that familiar?

PROBABLY BECAUSE I GAVE YOU THE POWER OF A GOD, ASSWIPE screamed a voice in his head. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GROCERY SHOPPING FOR?!

Tom jerked his head around, looking for the source of the voice. "What the fuck?"

OH FOR BOTH OUR SAKES, SHUT UP BEFORE SOMEONE THINKS YOU'RE A CRACKHEAD. I'M A VOICE, DIRECTED THROUGH YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS, INSTIGATED BY THE SIGHT OF A COCONUT, ALRIGHT?

Tom scrambled for a thought that made sense as of this moment, until he remembered his dream from last night. "You mean..."

GOLLY GEE, YEAH, THE MAGIC TALKING COCONUTS MIGHT INDICATE THAT LAST NIGHT'S DREAM WAS RELEVANT TO THE WAKING WORLD.

Tom gaped internally.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I DIDN'T CRACK YOUR DREAM-SELF'S SKULL JUST FOR YOU TO FAIL AT MAKING BIBIMBAP. YOU'RE IN PUBLIC AND YOU HAVE UNPRECEDENTED POWER. ABUSE. IT.

Tom snapped to attention as though a pair of bristly, cellulose-enriched hands reached into his prefrontal cortex and tweaked some nerves.

Abuse of godlike power. Got it.

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