When Disney Parks dreams turn into nightmares....

[jdb in AZ]

I used to enjoy camping when I was in my 20's. Friends and I would throw down sleeping bags near a camp fire -- no tents, running water, nothing but the great out doors. The next morning we'd hike back to the car and have to scrape ice off the windshield before we could drive home. That was before I moved to Arizona and became a desert rat, and quite a bit older. Now that I have knee problems aka "a case of the kneezles," my idea of roughing it is staying at a 3-star hotel.

 

[mom2rtk]

Mine usually involves forgetting my camera.

 

[Starshine]

As our trips get close I ALWAYS dream about getting there and forgetting all the luggage or realizing we had been there for days and didn't do anything.

 

[PSUGuy]

Before every major vacation, not just Disney, I have the same dream. Shortly before leaving before WDW, in my dream, I wake up in WDW, it's the next to the last day of our vacation and we haven't done a thing, no park visits no Food&Wine no Raglan Road, nada. This happens without fail, it wouldn't be a normal vacation without this.

Bill From PA

 

[BrinkofSunshine]

I've dreamt of a post-apocalyptic WDW where it has been completely abandoned.

 

[Poohforyou]

Why are your parents in control of park touring for you if you're 26? That doesn't make any sense to me.

 

[tj6285]

Just had a dream the other night that I forgot the backpack with magicbands, Disney rewards card with all of our spending money, ponchos, the works! Needless to say, I've started a packing list now!

 

[Indiana Scott]

In the rare event that I dream about DL, the details and layout are completely wrong.
It's like my subconscious has never been to DLR and is just making stuff up!

 

[MomofKatie]

In the rare event that I dream about DL, the details and layout are completely wrong.
It's like my subconscious has never been to DLR and is just making stuff up!

I do that, too! Very frustrating, especially since I know most of the parks like the back of my hand.

 

[ggdvc]

My Disney dream/nightmare is we were having a big family trip, and one of the meals was at a restaurant that had nothing I liked on the menu - but it was something my cousin chose because her husband said to (there's some long-standing family dynamics playing into that). When I commented there was nothing I liked on the menu, the comment from my mother was "what??? there's bread!!!!" (some family dynamics there too....I always joke that I'm 3rd in line w/her behind three of my cousins (two of whom are her God-children, and one is her oldest niece....I know it's not true, but I like to heckle her about it.)

 

[JoWiJo]

A few weeks ago I dreamt was at WDW late on of the fourth day of my five-day trip and despite having visited the parks and doing everything I had wanted to do, I had somehow managed not to have any fun! Nothing had gone wrong, I was simply bored.

Not a nightmare, but in several of my dreams, at EPCOT shared a parking lot with at lesson one other park. Usually HS, but sometimes the MK too.

 

[Shutterbug]

Mine usually involves forgetting my camera.

Or fogetting the card and since mine only takes a CF card thats a biggie since no one sells those locally anymore.

 

[mom2rtk]

Or fogetting the card and since mine only takes a CF card thats a biggie since no one sells those locally anymore.

Now THAT is a nightmare!

Since I posted that the other night, I had another version of my nightmare. I was in some backstage area of the park and TONS of characters showed up. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I had my camera, but no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't work. I kept asking them to be patient and give me more time, but it just wouldn't work. I even asked if someone could find a Photopass photographer!

 

[King Schultz]

I used to have a recurring dream where I'd be walking down Main St. and I'd spot a large European man wearing a lime-green speedo and a t-shirt that said, "Professional Pool Hopper". He's sitting on the steps of City Hall, eating corn from a can and drinking soda from a faded refillable mug.

I fear him, yet I'd still approach. He sees me, and leaps up and starts beating me with an emu leg. Stunned by the sudden attack, I'd lose my footing and fall. I'd look up from the ground and see the 7 Dwarfs had joined in the beating, and as I faded to unconsciousness, all I'd see is an emu leg and little, floppy arms raining down blows on me. . . again, and again, and again.

And I'd wake up screaming, in a cold sweat. It'd take several shots of NyQuil to calm down and slip into a fitful, dreamless sleep.


But that was a long time ago; I'm much better now.