In my blog, I hope to document the events in my life which make an outstanding impact in the way I live and view life, to inform other bloggers about issues, charities, and such, and to take a firm stand on those issues, yet allow an open discussion of the issues for anyone. I hope you find it interesting. Ultimately, I hope to maybe impact someone else's life in a positive way through enlightening them about my experiences.
Most recent thing that has RADICALLY altered my life is the following nightmare. I have never before so clearly and distinctly recalled a dream. I am not sure as to why I remember it so clearly, but one day I'll probably find out. Well here it is:
I'm in Disney world at a resort. Disney has been doing major
renovations by blowing up the interiors of the buildings that they
want to renovate.
I have been in Disney world with michael and my mom for two days.
Well, one morning I wake up to this annoying siren going off. I grab
my iPhone and glasses and rush out of the room to see everyone
evacuting. Immediately I get Michael out of the room. Oddly he is
carrying a packed backpack. I told my mom to stop packing too because
our safety is most important.
Once out of the building, I notice a crazyed-looking Disney worker
with a remote in his hand. Curiously, I ask him what the emergency was
all about.
He says, "O there's no emergency, son. We're just about to
renovate this building and we couldn't blow it up with you all
inside." then he procedes to press the magic button and Boom! the
inside of the building is incenerated. Oddly, the exterior is in
perfect condition, but the strangeness was pushed aside and said to be
"the magic of Disney".
So there I stand in a tshirt and boxers, staring at the building
in which all my other valuables and clothes are. It doesn't hit me
immediately, but as the day progresses, I get pissed! Why didn't
anyone warn me? Where the heck am I supposed to stay? Why did Disney
set flame to all of my valuables? Who is this freak who thinks he can
do all this?
As the day goes on, I realize that Michael and my mother knew
about the "planned" demolition which is why Michael had his backpack
packed and my mom drug her suitcase out of the building. They don't
give me a reason as to why they didn't tell me!
I, then, proceeded to look for answers, but when I explained it
all to the other employees at Disney, they were just as shocked and
angry as I was. We had no place to stay becuz all of Disney was
booked. We didn't understand why they would book people to stay in the
building then make them get out in the morning so they could blow it up.
I began to get more and more mad as I realized that my favorite
clothes, my favorite pasttimes possessions (which I randomly packed),
my camera with every photo I ever took, and other key items in my
life, were gone! Forever! The crazy man didn't even bother to
compensate me for my losses! The Disney workers told me to get Disney
to buy me everything I lost but I was too upset to even begin to
remember what I had lost. No one bothered to tell me that it was going
to happen.
Okay, so maybe it didn't "radically" change my life, but it was a strange occurrence. Well I hope you will enjoy my blog and I will try my best to post entries regularly.
Can't wait to hear from people!
David....
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