Originally Posted By Socrates If we can dream it, we can do it! (That just came to me.) Socrates "The unexamined life is not worth living."
Originally Posted By Bellella I've had a few of those dreams where I'm trying to get to the park, or somewhere inside it, and I'm never really able to. Several (actually most) of my D-land dreams involve IASW in one way or another. The absolute WEIRDEST dream I ever had involved me being shown around the Haunted Mansion- which had been turned into a Victorian nightmare of red velvet and multiple staircases that don't seem to lead anywhere (i.e. the Winchester house meets "Sunset Boulevard") by Walt Disney. And yes, he was really nice and personable. Weirdest thing is- I've never been in the Winchester Mystery House (yet), I've only seen photos of this real-life haunted mansion.
Originally Posted By Bellella Don't we all. It's wormed its way into my subconscious. That's why I keep having dreams about it.
Originally Posted By Marlin Perkins Most of my DL memories are nostalgic, warm and fuzzy. But my DL dreams have been terrifying nightmares. Weird.
This morning, I woke up from a dream involving Roger Rabbit going down. In the dream, I was still in the queue, when it went down, and for some reason, I was able to walk right into the attraction itself, where I found a technician working on a vehicle (in the dream, instead of being, in essense, a cross between an Omnimover and a Teacup, the RR vehicles were some kind of exotic trackless battery-powered vehicles), with all of the vehicles plugged into long cables with yellow sockets on the end. I've had fellow guests mistake me for a CM more times than I can remember (usually asking me directions, more often than not to the nearest restroom), but in this dream, the CMs were evidently mistaking me for one of their own. Then, as I was leaving, and the technicians were clearing to reopen the attraction, I found that one of the CMs running the ride was somebody I used to work with: when I had a part-time job at the old Costa Mesa Ice Chalet, she had, for a time, been the skating school director.
Boy did I have a dream and current events snuck right in there. We were on Main St near Carnation Café with much of our family. Kids and grandkids alike. I also had a baby of my own it seems. The baby had a poopy diaper (total blowout actually) and I volunteered to handle it while everyone else found an attraction to do. There were no baby changing stations in any of the bathrooms so I ended up wandering into Frontier Land. (I am guessing I was trying to get into the bathroom by Rancho.) There was quite a catch though. Due to *social distancing* everyone in line had to be 6ft apart. That took the line back stage and into some sort of dressing area. I was looking pretty lost when a cast member asked if he could help. I asked where there was a family restroom and he said, “Right over there.” and pointed behind some racks of clothes. I kept seeing piles of complimentary diapers and baby wipes everywhere. But when I went to get them they were all gone. I had also gone off with no purse nor diaper bag so I had no clean clothes for the baby. The cast member came back with a tub of warm water so I could bath the baby. I remember thinking about how the Disney Magic was still working. I got the baby clean and started looking around for the diapers but again they had all vanished. I walked through the racks of clothes and finally found some diapers but they were huge. I got one wrapped around the baby and found a onesie with Pooh on it to put on her. The dream ended while I was still trying to find my way back into the Park.
I dreamed disneyland never reopened because people can't wait long enough and need fuddrucker's. I hate America right now. I've been quarantined for 120 days....that's right not once to the store, not once anywhere but a drive.... I have to do this to take care of my folks on the disability waiver who literally have a 50 percent death rate due to this virus. So hey other people, get your crap together so I can leave the house again one day...
I hear ya. When did we stop caring about one another? I feel like we who are at risk have to either say *screw it* and take our chances or stay in hiding so everyone else can pretend things are normal.
