LynniethePooh
Her ECV has a propensity to aim at guys named Ed
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Well first of all ED was in it! That should have tipped me off straight away this was NOT going to be your run of the mill dream!
Most of my dreams lately have been of the nightmare variety, probably brought on by the stress of getting a house ready to sell, buying a new home, blah blah blah.
Wanna hear the synopsis? Good, 'cause you are going to!
Of course some of the details are lost in my brain forever but basically it goes like this:
I was in WDW (I know...no surprise there!). I don't know what park, just a park. Kind of felt like the area of AK with Primevil Whirl and the games. I was sitting at a table, getting ready to play BINGO. It wasn't a money bingo, but you won prizes. But strange prizes. In the center of the tables was HUGE conveyor belt (think the spin things for luggage at the airport) and on it were HUGE plates of food. No, not just a plate filled with lots of food, but like a Hot Roast Beef sandwich that was like 4ft by 4ft big! You had a choice of about 10 different things and the premise was to win, than share the 'meal' with your pals.
So I am sitting there alone (no thoughts about my family, this felt perfectly normal to be there alone) and I am trying to get the attendent's attention so I can be 'in' on the game. Next thing I know there is a commotion behind me. Well whataya know.......here comes ED......no not walking...being pushed in this conglomeration of a wheelchair, we are talking top of line , padded, riding car for a passenger (like on a motorcycle) type of wheelchair (okay, so this doesn't exist, work with me here). In the chair is ED, with a red and white vinyl Michael Jackson kind of the 80's type suit on. (did he wear this to the birthday party the other day?) No, no glove tho. Poor Donna is pushing this contraption. Oh yeah...and Ed has a broken leg, or what I assuming is a broken leg because it is casted up to his knee. Donna pushes him up to the table so he can play too, and doesn't the attendent come RIGHT over when she see's Ed! (what is up with THAT?).
I didn't know you had to CHOOSE your prize ahead of time, so Ed, LAUGHING at me, informs of this. Now I am perplexed. Do I go for the Hot Roast Beef Sandwich or the Hot Dog or maybe the yummy apple tart dessert? I am pondering over this, like I am ACTUALLY going to win or something. Donna comes over and gives me a hug (I always did like her!). She sees I am stressing over the choices here, she jumps up and down and yells, "Lynnie, GO FOR THE MEAT! (Now..all you men reading this, yes Mario I mean you, just KEEP your minds CLEAN!) We all laugh and I choose that Hot Roast Beef Sandwich.
We start to play the game and Ed and Donna and I are laughing and talking pins (you KNEW that had to come in there somewhere, didn't you?) and Ed is talking to me like I am new to pins. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was the one that started the whole pin thing and that I started all the collector boards and I was there when there were only 4 people on the boards (hey look, it is MY fantasy, let me have it already)
Then ~~~WHOOSH~~~ next thing I know I am in the passenger seat of Ed's wheelchair and we are pulling up to a pin cart. There are no racks, but little dollhouses with pins in them. (who knows what THAT is about....my mom owns a dollhouse shop.....???) so we ask the CM to bring the two dollhouses down from a shelf about 10 feet in the air so we can see the pins. They do, but this is how it works. First you have to get in line and you pick pin off a board and look at the number on the back. IF it is a GOOD number (no clue what makes a number 'good') you are ALLOWED to look at the dollhouse and CHOOSE one pin to trade for. All you have to trade is the pin you picked off the board (not really a bad deal, we didn't have to pay any money!). Then ~~~WHOOSH~~~ wheelchair is gone and Ed and Donna are infront of me, peering into the dollhouse, arguing over which pin to trade for. Next to me now is a guy I used to date LONG LONG ago when I was like 18. (okay, so shortly after he stopped dating me, he realized he is gay, but REALLY there was no connection to the fact that he had dated me first!) and he is assisting me in choosing the right pin. He always had this uncanny sense of design and is giving me the finer points of the design on the pins and why I should choose this one over that one. (again, didn't have the heart to tell him I STARTED this whole pin thing). ~~~WHOOSH~~~ my friend is gone, Ed is back in the wheelchair and now I am sitting on his lap! He is telling me all about living in Florida, how I will surely get all the best pins now and how he is glad I am moving there. (made sure I kept my cell phone away from Ed by the way) Donna is laughing and agreeing with him. BAMM, I wake up.
So all your dream experts.......what in the HECK was THAT dream about?????
Most of my dreams lately have been of the nightmare variety, probably brought on by the stress of getting a house ready to sell, buying a new home, blah blah blah.
Wanna hear the synopsis? Good, 'cause you are going to!
Of course some of the details are lost in my brain forever but basically it goes like this:
I was in WDW (I know...no surprise there!). I don't know what park, just a park. Kind of felt like the area of AK with Primevil Whirl and the games. I was sitting at a table, getting ready to play BINGO. It wasn't a money bingo, but you won prizes. But strange prizes. In the center of the tables was HUGE conveyor belt (think the spin things for luggage at the airport) and on it were HUGE plates of food. No, not just a plate filled with lots of food, but like a Hot Roast Beef sandwich that was like 4ft by 4ft big! You had a choice of about 10 different things and the premise was to win, than share the 'meal' with your pals.
So I am sitting there alone (no thoughts about my family, this felt perfectly normal to be there alone) and I am trying to get the attendent's attention so I can be 'in' on the game. Next thing I know there is a commotion behind me. Well whataya know.......here comes ED......no not walking...being pushed in this conglomeration of a wheelchair, we are talking top of line , padded, riding car for a passenger (like on a motorcycle) type of wheelchair (okay, so this doesn't exist, work with me here). In the chair is ED, with a red and white vinyl Michael Jackson kind of the 80's type suit on. (did he wear this to the birthday party the other day?) No, no glove tho. Poor Donna is pushing this contraption. Oh yeah...and Ed has a broken leg, or what I assuming is a broken leg because it is casted up to his knee. Donna pushes him up to the table so he can play too, and doesn't the attendent come RIGHT over when she see's Ed! (what is up with THAT?).
I didn't know you had to CHOOSE your prize ahead of time, so Ed, LAUGHING at me, informs of this. Now I am perplexed. Do I go for the Hot Roast Beef Sandwich or the Hot Dog or maybe the yummy apple tart dessert? I am pondering over this, like I am ACTUALLY going to win or something. Donna comes over and gives me a hug (I always did like her!). She sees I am stressing over the choices here, she jumps up and down and yells, "Lynnie, GO FOR THE MEAT! (Now..all you men reading this, yes Mario I mean you, just KEEP your minds CLEAN!) We all laugh and I choose that Hot Roast Beef Sandwich.
We start to play the game and Ed and Donna and I are laughing and talking pins (you KNEW that had to come in there somewhere, didn't you?) and Ed is talking to me like I am new to pins. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was the one that started the whole pin thing and that I started all the collector boards and I was there when there were only 4 people on the boards (hey look, it is MY fantasy, let me have it already)
Then ~~~WHOOSH~~~ next thing I know I am in the passenger seat of Ed's wheelchair and we are pulling up to a pin cart. There are no racks, but little dollhouses with pins in them. (who knows what THAT is about....my mom owns a dollhouse shop.....???) so we ask the CM to bring the two dollhouses down from a shelf about 10 feet in the air so we can see the pins. They do, but this is how it works. First you have to get in line and you pick pin off a board and look at the number on the back. IF it is a GOOD number (no clue what makes a number 'good') you are ALLOWED to look at the dollhouse and CHOOSE one pin to trade for. All you have to trade is the pin you picked off the board (not really a bad deal, we didn't have to pay any money!). Then ~~~WHOOSH~~~ wheelchair is gone and Ed and Donna are infront of me, peering into the dollhouse, arguing over which pin to trade for. Next to me now is a guy I used to date LONG LONG ago when I was like 18. (okay, so shortly after he stopped dating me, he realized he is gay, but REALLY there was no connection to the fact that he had dated me first!) and he is assisting me in choosing the right pin. He always had this uncanny sense of design and is giving me the finer points of the design on the pins and why I should choose this one over that one. (again, didn't have the heart to tell him I STARTED this whole pin thing). ~~~WHOOSH~~~ my friend is gone, Ed is back in the wheelchair and now I am sitting on his lap! He is telling me all about living in Florida, how I will surely get all the best pins now and how he is glad I am moving there. (made sure I kept my cell phone away from Ed by the way) Donna is laughing and agreeing with him. BAMM, I wake up.
So all your dream experts.......what in the HECK was THAT dream about?????
