Disneyworld.

I know this is my first post, so I won't try to get my virgin blood all over the place. If by some chance I do, I ask forgiveness in advance. So either way, I went to bed at fairly decent hour without too much on my mind. But as soon as the REM sleep kicked in, evidently everything went crazy.
So as soon as the dream commenced, it was just my mother, who is about 44 years old with brown hair and blue eyes, and myself at my current age of 16 looking how I do in my display.
We started off at the edge of a rather small lake, and across the lake you could see a white castle, and I'm not referring to the restaurant to answer unposed as of yet questions. Most anyone would recognize this castle to Cinderella's castle. My mother asked me what it was, and I explained to her as best as I could, and then the fireworks were going to start. So we decided to go on a little bit of a journey around trying to find the best seats for the show.
We eventually decided that there were no good seats outside, and that the only good ones would be by the pool inside the hotel's gates adjacent to us. We inconspicuously went inside the hotel just as they were taking what seemed to be a tour group to the pool area.
There was limited space in this group so we rushed up ahead to meet them, all the while running past expensive light fixtures and pattering our feet on the marble floors. As we had almost caught up to them, a door started to slide down from the ceiling, as to cut us off from actually getting into the same room with them. Fortunately, a rather fat boy had stopped the shutting of the door with his sheer mass in the way, and allowed us to take a seat. Then a sickening realization must have hit us at this point, because we had to leave. There were cop cars out back of the hotel (Dodge Chargers, nonetheless), and we left out of the same gate we saw earlier.
In essence, we took a very roundabout way to get to a place, and then reap no benefits from it.

That would be the end of the first dream, I would wake up, and then go back to sleep and have a second one, albeit, not nearly as interesting as the first. All I remember is that I was at a kiosk in the mall, and all these two men sold were classic rock memorbilia, drug paraphenilia, and guitar accessories. All I did was ask stupid questions and examine a capo for about a half an hour. Also, this capo was not what a normal capo looks like, but something more along the lines The Gopher that you would see advertised to make it easier for the elderly to grab their prunes out of the top shelf of the pantry, and it was bright orange.


That's all I've got for today, and I do hope you enjoyed this first post.