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Disney World Mall, I Only Wish It Was A Dream Edition

I did not dream this.  I actually lived it.

The mini-ninja was just barely potty-trained when we went to Disney World.  Our last day there, after he’d been so good about staying potty trained for three days on the road, we went to Animal Kingdom and took him to the Lion King show, and halfway through the show, he peed on me.  My pants soaked it all up, so hardly anything went on the floor, but I looked like I’d wet my pants.  Soooo could’ve used some ninja dream psychic power to see that coming.

Then he tripped and scraped his knee for the second time in three days, and he cried. And bled on me.  And cried.  And bled on Grandma.  And cried some more and bled some more.  So we finally got him calmed down and the bleeding stopped and rewarded him with a bug sundae.  (And I was disappointed that the bug sundae had gummy worms instead of gummy bugs in it, but that’s beside the point.)  All was cool with the mini-ninja and with the world.

Until he flipped the melted ice cream upside down and all over my foot.

So I left the mini-ninja with the ninja-spouse and headed to the bathroom where I stuck my whole foot, sandal and ice cream and all, right into the sink.  And then every stall door in that bathroom and the equivalent of an entire high school girls’ soccer team walked toward the sinks at once while I stood there in wet pants, blood-stained shirt, and ice cream all over my foot.

I take solace in knowing I was their public service announcement for the day, but really, I would’ve felt cooler if I’d just ninja-chopped all the badness in my dreams instead.

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Disney World Mall, Sleepless Edition

While at Disney World, I dreamed I was at the hotel we were staying at and the cleaning staff was having this huge old party right outside my room at 2 AM, and no matter what I did, they wouldn’t leave so I could get some sleep.

True story.  I really did dream that I couldn’t sleep.

Disney World Mall, High School Edition

The night before we arrived at Disney World, I dreamed I was a spy at the Disney World Mall High School.  My friend Jenny played the part of Veronica Mars and was my sidekick.  We snuck into a secure Federal Disney World Mall High School Building by pretending to be CIA/FBI agents, so we could watch the real agents investigate a spy who turned out to be the ninja-spouse’s brother-in-law’s mother (does that make her the ninja-spouse’s mother-in-law-in-law once removed?  Let’s just call her the NSBILM.).  So, the agents showed the ninja-spouse’s BIL a jell-o mock-up of his mother’s brain, so he could touch it and feel closer to her, except he kissed it instead, and then he saw his mom hiding in the shadows and he exposed her.  Then we all used purple elephant play-doh to wash our hands.*

*TOTAL WEIRDNESS!!  The next day, in real life, we arrived at Disney World, checked into our hotel/resort area, and were wandering around when we saw this:

And finally, my dreams scared me.

Disney World Mall, Wedding Edition

Just before we left for Disney World, I had some Disney World Dreams.  Like this one.

I dreamed I was going to my friend Joe’s wedding with my mom at the Disney World Mall, except when it was time for the wedding to start, my friend Ryan stepped in and said he wanted to get married, so he stole Joe’s bride and got married instead.  The wedding took place at the top of this huge tower with its beams exposed and I could grab the cable and feel the building swaying, which was remarkable since Ryan, the new groom, was afraid of heights.  After the wedding, Ryan and Joe sat down at opposite ends of a mine train ride that took us through wall-doors toward our rooms in the hotel, except every time we got close to somebody’s room, whichever groom was at the opposite end of the mine train flipped a switch so we went back the way we came and away from the room.

Then I asked my mom if she wanted to go get burgers at Joe Pocket’s (which is my subconscious’s combination of two of my favorite food places in Pensacola, even though I’ve never had a burger at either place), because I knew Joe Pocket’s served the best burgers in the world and that my mom loved them, but it was 6:15 and Joe Pocket’s closed at 6, so we went shopping for makeup instead.  Then we had the hamburger conversation two more times, once at 6:17 and once at 6:20, before I realized I was dreaming and woke up at 6:21.