“If you can dream it, you can do it.” ~ Walt Disney
Last night I dreamt I was locked in a very well known department store for the entire night. Wow, how could they not know that I was still in the store? How could they not hear the shopping cart as it squeaked its way through the aisles? Did they not listen? Did they not check the store and call out. “is anyone still here?” No, they just dimmed the lights and left me there – alone.
So after my initial anger, fear and terror set in I made my way to the main entrance and found the doors locked – from the outside. I pressed my face against the cold hard glass and reached into my purse for my car keys. My little flashlight would guide my way.
I slowly turned and faced the wide expanse of the store and then to my delight I realized it was mine, all mine. The clothes, the accessories, the appliances, the toys, ohh-h-h-h and the Wii.
I headed to camping and housewares and collected lamps, extra batteries, and a miner’s headlamp. Like Hansel and Gretel with their breadcrumbs through the forest I left a trail of camping lights so I could retrace my steps if necessary. I knew my flashlight would not last for long.
I headed to cosmetics for a much needed mani/pedi, fingernail decals and all. I sprayed my hair purple, poofed it up with Dippity-doo, and shone my headlamp in the direction of the Toy Department. The first order of business: build an entire Star Wars set out of Lego, Death Star canteen included.
Throughout the night I made my way to each department eventually ending back in camping supplies. I crawled into my 5-man tent and curled up in a large down-filled sleeping bag.
That’s where they found me the next morning. They waded their way through my fortress of half-opened boxes, chip bags and ice cream tubs to wake me. I rubbed my eyes, reached into my purse and slowly but steadily handed them by credit card.
Till next time.
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