I dreamed i was at a carnival and was playing the Disney Boxes. These are machines that are similar to shadow boxes but in motion, acting out scenes from different Disney movies. There were two boxes in each little room and there were probably twenty of these little rooms off a large open foyer type area. I put in a quarter and the scene was from, i think, Dumbo. But it didn't light up and didn't play any sound. It just moved in silence. I was upset because it wasn't nearly as fun without light and sound. As i was complaining about it to my companion (not sure who was with me) a youthful boy appeared. He worked there. He wasn't wearing a shirt and he was very appealing. I felt bad about being attracted to him because he was too young for me. I was telling him about the broken machine and wondered why Disney would ever have a broken one on display. Then i asked him how many machines were there. "Five thousand?" i guessed. He said there were no more than five hundred. When i asked how that could be since Disney is so huge and all over the world, he said each park was franchised and each franchise used their own vendor for the machines. I was extremely disappointed - deflated - to hear it and the boy understood. We hugged and he felt so good in my arms.
That's all i remember. Last night, right before i went to bed, i saw a headline telling me that Delaney Bramlett died from complications of a surgery. I've always loved Delaney and reading about his death hurt more than i was prepared to deal with. His never ending song of love was a big part of my youth.
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