I wake up panting early this morning after a terrible dream. And I remember the dream. And it is very, very scary. Give a listen to this:
My sister and I hear that there is a J.Crew sale in some building at Disneyland, so we break off from our family in Toon town and split to find this place. It's a sky scraper. In the middle of Dinseyland. All of these girls are leaving the store with bags and bags of low cost J.Crew merchandise and Lizzie and I can hardly wait to get in there. The building is infused with character references. A doorknob is goofy's head. Tiles on the floor are mickey mouse ears. It turns out that to get to J.Crew in the middle of Disneyland you have to get to the top of this skyscraper....we climb stairs, nothing's working. It also turns out that Disney is trying to trick you and not allow everyone into the sale...because they'd lose a lot of money. Sometimes when you open doors you step forward and there's nothing but a bottomless pit. This dream also feautred my sister and I trying to balance on iron crossbarring trying to get to an empty elevator shaft and then trying to pull ourselves up the elevator cables hand over hand. TO GET TO A J.CREW SALE!! At the end, I misplace my hand on the elevator cord, tug something the wrong way, and the elevator begins to descend upon us.
Soooo...let's take a quick inventory, shall we:
Skyscraper in the middle of Disneyland: Capitolism is taking over our childhoods. Those bastards. OR Disney is commercializing our childhoods. Those bastards.
My sister and I in trouble: Not unheard of, actually. Perhaps trying to cope with the capitolist encroachment upon our collective childhoods. We're relatively close in age. Also frequent shopping partners.
Bottomless pits, desceding elevators: Dream dictionary online says I may feel that my life is out of my control or that I'm descedning into levels of my subconscious to figure things out. OR, my life is going down the proverbial tubes. Sunshiny, really.
But this is the scariest part:
Risking my/my sister's life for a J.Crew sale: Sick. Just sick.
My sister and I hear that there is a J.Crew sale in some building at Disneyland, so we break off from our family in Toon town and split to find this place. It's a sky scraper. In the middle of Dinseyland. All of these girls are leaving the store with bags and bags of low cost J.Crew merchandise and Lizzie and I can hardly wait to get in there. The building is infused with character references. A doorknob is goofy's head. Tiles on the floor are mickey mouse ears. It turns out that to get to J.Crew in the middle of Disneyland you have to get to the top of this skyscraper....we climb stairs, nothing's working. It also turns out that Disney is trying to trick you and not allow everyone into the sale...because they'd lose a lot of money. Sometimes when you open doors you step forward and there's nothing but a bottomless pit. This dream also feautred my sister and I trying to balance on iron crossbarring trying to get to an empty elevator shaft and then trying to pull ourselves up the elevator cables hand over hand. TO GET TO A J.CREW SALE!! At the end, I misplace my hand on the elevator cord, tug something the wrong way, and the elevator begins to descend upon us.
Soooo...let's take a quick inventory, shall we:
Skyscraper in the middle of Disneyland: Capitolism is taking over our childhoods. Those bastards. OR Disney is commercializing our childhoods. Those bastards.
My sister and I in trouble: Not unheard of, actually. Perhaps trying to cope with the capitolist encroachment upon our collective childhoods. We're relatively close in age. Also frequent shopping partners.
Bottomless pits, desceding elevators: Dream dictionary online says I may feel that my life is out of my control or that I'm descedning into levels of my subconscious to figure things out. OR, my life is going down the proverbial tubes. Sunshiny, really.
But this is the scariest part:
Risking my/my sister's life for a J.Crew sale: Sick. Just sick.
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