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Theme park related dreams you’ve had?

Matt N said:
I had a very weird theme park dream last night…

Basically, I went to ride what I know having woken up to be Hyperia at Thorpe Park (it had exactly the same layout and elements). However, it was called “Jungle Coaster”, was painted blue and green, and was at “SeaWorld Abu Dhabi”… although for some reason, “Abu Dhabi” turned out to be Cribbs Causeway in Bristol.

I got dropped off there by my family while they went to the cinema and shopping mall opposite, and I went to the entrance to buy my ticket… where I was very enthusiastically greeted by a park staff member, as you are. This staff member was trying to sell me a ticket when all of a sudden, they stared at me and went very quiet before leaning over and shouting in my ear “are you a THOOSIE, my good sir?”. I said “yes”, and they then got discernibly more excited and chirped “Well, we have to give you the 50% THOOSIE discount! And we must escort you to meet the other THOOSIES! It’s so exciting that we have another THOOSIE visiting us today!”. (For clarity, the reason I keep capitalising the word THOOSIE is because the staff member was putting significant emphasis upon it!)

After that little encounter, I eventually got my ticket and went through the turnstiles. As I scanned my ticket at the turnstile, it yelled out “THOOOOOSIE!” with the “oo” sound being elongated and pronounced in a manner not dissimilar to that of a cow mooing…

When I was in the park, the staff member from before reappeared and escorted me to meet the other “thoosies”… and it only gets more bizarre from here. The other “thoosies” were all cloaked figures, with their faces replaced by some recognisable forum profile pictures from the forums I frequent! I was introduced to the “thoosies” and we exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before we all went towards “Jungle Coaster” to ride it. However, we did not ride it before we “initiated it”, engaging in some bizarre cult ritual that involved bowing down to the ride repeatedly, a long period of throat singing and banging drums around a bonfire, and then bowing down repeatedly to the “almighty father of coasters”, which was right next to it and had somehow migrated to Abu Dhabi/Bristol… Octonauts at Alton Towers.

After this ritual, we got in the queue for “Jungle Coaster”… some in the group were riding it for the first time, while others had already ridden it and were moaning about how it “didn’t hold a candle to Octonauts”. The queue was long and slow, but we nearly got to the end. Row 12 (yes, “Jungle Coaster” had 6 cars compared to Hyperia’s 5, but I think that’s a relatively minor inaccuracy compared to most in this dream) was in my sights… but the “leader of the thoosies” suddenly got very sweary and shouted “F*** this; I can’t wait another second for my hour’s ERS on Octonauts! Come on, thoosies; let’s leave this queue and head to Octonauts! Jungle Coaster might be new and flashy, but our ERS on the almighty father can’t wait, motherf***ers!”. This was met with a chorus of emphatic whoops and cheers from the other “thoosies”… and then I woke up.

What a bizarre dream…
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See this is the sort of thing that makes psychologists see big fat pound signs in their eyes... 🤣
 
Nemesis reopened.

It had several layout changes which killed the momentum

So theme park enthusiasts tried to destroy it.

They ruined our favourite.
 
Matt N said:
I had a very weird theme park dream last night…

Basically, I went to ride what I know having woken up to be Hyperia at Thorpe Park (it had exactly the same layout and elements). However, it was called “Jungle Coaster”, was painted blue and green, and was at “SeaWorld Abu Dhabi”… although for some reason, “Abu Dhabi” turned out to be Cribbs Causeway in Bristol.

I got dropped off there by my family while they went to the cinema and shopping mall opposite, and I went to the entrance to buy my ticket… where I was very enthusiastically greeted by a park staff member, as you are. This staff member was trying to sell me a ticket when all of a sudden, they stared at me and went very quiet before leaning over and shouting in my ear “are you a THOOSIE, my good sir?”. I said “yes”, and they then got discernibly more excited and chirped “Well, we have to give you the 50% THOOSIE discount! And we must escort you to meet the other THOOSIES! It’s so exciting that we have another THOOSIE visiting us today!”. (For clarity, the reason I keep capitalising the word THOOSIE is because the staff member was putting significant emphasis upon it!)

After that little encounter, I eventually got my ticket and went through the turnstiles. As I scanned my ticket at the turnstile, it yelled out “THOOOOOSIE!” with the “oo” sound being elongated and pronounced in a manner not dissimilar to that of a cow mooing…

When I was in the park, the staff member from before reappeared and escorted me to meet the other “thoosies”… and it only gets more bizarre from here. The other “thoosies” were all cloaked figures, with their faces replaced by some recognisable forum profile pictures from the forums I frequent! I was introduced to the “thoosies” and we exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before we all went towards “Jungle Coaster” to ride it. However, we did not ride it before we “initiated it”, engaging in some bizarre cult ritual that involved bowing down to the ride repeatedly, a long period of throat singing and banging drums around a bonfire, and then bowing down repeatedly to the “almighty father of coasters”, which was right next to it and had somehow migrated to Abu Dhabi/Bristol… Octonauts at Alton Towers.

After this ritual, we got in the queue for “Jungle Coaster”… some in the group were riding it for the first time, while others had already ridden it and were moaning about how it “didn’t hold a candle to Octonauts”. The queue was long and slow, but we nearly got to the end. Row 12 (yes, “Jungle Coaster” had 6 cars compared to Hyperia’s 5, but I think that’s a relatively minor inaccuracy compared to most in this dream) was in my sights… but the “leader of the thoosies” suddenly got very sweary and shouted “F*** this; I can’t wait another second for my hour’s ERS on Octonauts! Come on, thoosies; let’s leave this queue and head to Octonauts! Jungle Coaster might be new and flashy, but our ERS on the almighty father can’t wait, motherf***ers!”. This was met with a chorus of emphatic whoops and cheers from the other “thoosies”… and then I woke up.

What a bizarre dream…
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This is an absolutely magnificent dream. If only I could remember my dreams in such vivid detail as this (actually not sure if I would want to!) :oops:
 
Leigh said:
Have Drayton announced any final merch related to Shockwave's closing event? I know about the pin badge they're giving out with hotel stays but is there anything beyond that?

It would also be nice if the pin badge was purchasable by non-hotel visitors too. As "interesting" as Shockwave is, I am partial to a bit of merch. :p
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Why did this turn into a dream for me last night? There was a collectable toy/model of the Shockwave standup train for sale in what was previously the 4D cinema, but is now apparently the Drayton Theatre.

The model was in the kind of hard, transparent plastic packaging everyone hates. The kind that makes you use scissors and is still incredibly difficult to open and you end up bleeding out with death by a thousand cuts. Especially if you only have wings.

The train cost £10, it came with a a Shawn Sanbrooke mini figure (why?!). It was manufactured by a company called Goose, which was my justification for buying it. For some reason the trains also had a spoiler on the back, and the seats could be pushed down into a laying position, so riders could ride standing up or laying down on their back.

I immediately rushed to TST to post a photo of my find for @Leigh, which made my partner split with me as "talking to strangers on the internet is clearly far more important".

Perhaps I need a break? That or I need to stop drinking Goose Juice before bed.
 
Matt N said:
I had a very weird theme park dream last night…

Basically, I went to ride what I know having woken up to be Hyperia at Thorpe Park (it had exactly the same layout and elements). However, it was called “Jungle Coaster”, was painted blue and green, and was at “SeaWorld Abu Dhabi”… although for some reason, “Abu Dhabi” turned out to be Cribbs Causeway in Bristol.

I got dropped off there by my family while they went to the cinema and shopping mall opposite, and I went to the entrance to buy my ticket… where I was very enthusiastically greeted by a park staff member, as you are. This staff member was trying to sell me a ticket when all of a sudden, they stared at me and went very quiet before leaning over and shouting in my ear “are you a THOOSIE, my good sir?”. I said “yes”, and they then got discernibly more excited and chirped “Well, we have to give you the 50% THOOSIE discount! And we must escort you to meet the other THOOSIES! It’s so exciting that we have another THOOSIE visiting us today!”. (For clarity, the reason I keep capitalising the word THOOSIE is because the staff member was putting significant emphasis upon it!)

After that little encounter, I eventually got my ticket and went through the turnstiles. As I scanned my ticket at the turnstile, it yelled out “THOOOOOSIE!” with the “oo” sound being elongated and pronounced in a manner not dissimilar to that of a cow mooing…

When I was in the park, the staff member from before reappeared and escorted me to meet the other “thoosies”… and it only gets more bizarre from here. The other “thoosies” were all cloaked figures, with their faces replaced by some recognisable forum profile pictures from the forums I frequent! I was introduced to the “thoosies” and we exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before we all went towards “Jungle Coaster” to ride it. However, we did not ride it before we “initiated it”, engaging in some bizarre cult ritual that involved bowing down to the ride repeatedly, a long period of throat singing and banging drums around a bonfire, and then bowing down repeatedly to the “almighty father of coasters”, which was right next to it and had somehow migrated to Abu Dhabi/Bristol… Octonauts at Alton Towers.

After this ritual, we got in the queue for “Jungle Coaster”… some in the group were riding it for the first time, while others had already ridden it and were moaning about how it “didn’t hold a candle to Octonauts”. The queue was long and slow, but we nearly got to the end. Row 12 (yes, “Jungle Coaster” had 6 cars compared to Hyperia’s 5, but I think that’s a relatively minor inaccuracy compared to most in this dream) was in my sights… but the “leader of the thoosies” suddenly got very sweary and shouted “F*** this; I can’t wait another second for my hour’s ERS on Octonauts! Come on, thoosies; let’s leave this queue and head to Octonauts! Jungle Coaster might be new and flashy, but our ERS on the almighty father can’t wait, motherf***ers!”. This was met with a chorus of emphatic whoops and cheers from the other “thoosies”… and then I woke up.

What a bizarre dream…
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Thanks a bunch Matt! You've now ruined the surprise for everyone.

Realising how far away Abu Dhabi actually was, @rob666 started a secret Hot Fuzz style 'Thoosie' cult, and struck a deal with Asda Pathchway to use the corner of their car park to recreate Hyperia and Octonauts with VR inside a caravan he'd borrowed from his mate. He was charged with leading the group rituals which warned of the dangers of modern technology, whilst I had to sneak up and change the M5 J17 signage to read 'Abu Dahbi' to lure non-beleivers in.

The boy knows too much...
 
I know hearing about other people's dreams is very boring but if you'll briefly indulge me, last night i dreamt they added a rollercoaster after the Madhouse scene. It started as more of a dark ride (think The Dragon at Legoland) but with Hex based theming and actors, going underground in an increasing helix before launching into a deep horizontal tunnel that linked in to the proposed Horizon site where it fired up into a Kingda Ka spike.

Hopefully this is all covered in the existing planning application.
 
I had a really weird and surprisingly in-depth theme park dream last night that I just had to tell you all about!

To set the scene, I was visiting “Fantasy Island in Skegness” for the first time with my family (well, it started as my nuclear family, anyway…). I put the name in quotation marks because as is usual with dream theme parks, this version of Fantasy Island had a fair few… discrepancies with the real life version.

The day started with stuff that is actually in the real Fantasy Island, with Odyssey and Millennium being on my mind.

Me and my dad initially took our seats on Odyssey. We were on the front row, and I was excited for the ride ahead. When we started ascending the lift hill, I was naturally smitten with being on the front row, and I bizarrely said “we’ve got good weather for it; I’m so glad that we weren’t plagued by weather bad enough to cause the ride to close”… even know there was fog so thick you could hardly see ahead of you, waves crashing over the pier, and wind so strong you could feel the structure shaking! My luck was not to last, however… as when we were near the top, a very loud siren suddenly started going off, with the words “WARNING: Bad weather alert! Activate abort sequence!”. We kept ascending the lift hill for a bit, so me and my dad looked at each other, completely bemused… but then, the ride suddenly dropped backwards back down the lift hill, without any prior warning, and whacked us back into the station at full speed. Thankfully, the ride had the hardest station brakes ever and was able to stop a full speed train in the station in a matter of seconds, and the staff just nonchalantly opened our restraints as though nothing had just happened and said “sorry, the ride’s closed due to weather”.

After I got off Odyssey with my dad, quite a lot else happened. I struggle to piece together the exact sequence of events, as it was a bit of a blur, but I remember quite a few of the different attractions we did and a few of the different things that happened. These include:
  • I had some sort of absolute temper tantrum in a random car park somewhere over Odyssey and Millennium being closed due to the weather. My sister was trying to console me, but to no avail; she was saying to me “Don’t worry, Matthew, we can always come back”, but I was angrily sobbing and yelling “No, [sister’s name]; this was my only chance and I BLEW IT!” before sobbing uncontrollably… in the background, Donald Trump was bizarrely there, yelling “This is fake news!” and “We need to build a wall around Fantasy Island!”
  • We went in an attraction entitled “Gangsta Granny: The Experience”, ostensibly themed to the David Walliams book Gangsta Granny… which simply consisted of being repeatedly yelled at by a slightly drunk elderly lady eating chips and tomato ketchup and drinking a bottle of whisky. The lady also had a Southern US accent; think along the lines of Meemaw out of Young Sheldon.
  • We went in a very long educational dark ride about the D-Day landings… I fell asleep halfway through it and got yelled at by my parents at the end as a result. They called me an “unpatriotic traitor” and “Hitler sympathiser”…
  • We went on a ride that somehow had the ability to be a shape-shifting ride system; it started as a junior coaster, shape-shifted into a flying theatre halfway through and then shape-shifted back into a junior coaster at the end. Think along the lines of if The Dragon and Flight of the Sky Lion at Legoland Windsor had a baby and had the ability to shape-shift into one another. On this ride, my nan and grandad, as well as an 88 year old relative who I don’t think I’ve ever seen ride a roller coaster, popped up out of nowhere.
  • We went onto a racing mat water slide whose theming was a bizarre hybrid of Minifigure Speedway at Legoland Windsor and VelociCoaster at Islands of Adventure… the ride had the racing lights, Roxy announcements and Team Legends and Team Allstars like Minifigure Speedway, but had a Jurassic World-themed queue, complete with raptors and a Bryce Dallas Howard/Chris Pratt pre-show video, like VelociCoaster. This Minifigure Speedway/VelociCoaster theming hybrid continued into the ride itself, with the ride containing upbeat racing music and announcements punctuated with odd sirens and raptor growls every now and then… the ride was also very short, at probably no more than 10 seconds long.
  • We went into an attraction named “Hall of Tories”, which was kind of like a less celebratory version of the Disney classic Hall of Presidents. An animatronic version of each Tory Prime Minister post-2010 stood up and made a short speech, similar to the presidents in the Disney attraction, but towards the end, an animatronic Keir Starmer piped up from the back, started ranting about the Tories’ 14 year record in government and then encouraged the audience to throw foam balls at the animatronic Tories, from a bucket that suddenly appeared beneath the audience’s seats. The animatronic Tories tried to fight back with lines such as “£2,000 more tax under Labour!”, but eventually, the attraction ended with animatronic Starmer and the audience winning against the animatronic Tories.
  • We went into a dark ride named “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”, ostensibly themed to the Roald Dahl children’s novel of the same name. It claimed to be a “world-class immersive experience”, but was more akin to that AI Willy Wonka event in Glasgow in reality…
  • We went to have burgers, and I kept laughing at the numerous typos around and saying I had to post them in TowersStreet’s “Merlin Typos and Grammatical Errors” thread… at this point, my uncle and cousins also appeared out of nowhere.
  • To top things off, my entire family randomly became Asian at some point in the dream… when I was getting off a ride and looking for my family, an Asian woman wearing my mum’s clothes started beckoning me over in Mandarin (which I somehow understood…), and I followed along and thought nothing of it!
It’s a while since I’ve had a theme park dream that’s been that much of an acid trip… I forgot just how utterly random and incomprehensible they can be!
 
I told you to leave my "midsummer" mushrooms alone, you bloody fool.
Apologise later.
Why do I never get good dreams, span off the mouse on the South Pier, once.
Bit crap after all these years.
 
I'll throw my favourite theme park dream into the ring:

The time I re-visited Disneyland Paris and found every Parc attraction behind maintenance hoardings 😂
 
I had a dream once where there was this park (basically a big flat field) with massive cylindrical tents, all different colours and in each one there was a roller coaster.

The coasters were nothing special but in the dream I was thinking, “I must come here more often” (in my dream it was only like 20 mins away from where I live and it was £5 to get in).

That dream was so real, I’m half convinced that place does actually exist and I get annoyed with myself that I can’t remember where it is!
 
Rowe said:
I'll throw my favourite theme park dream into the ring:

The time I re-visited Disneyland Paris and found every Parc attraction behind maintenance hoardings 😂
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Had everything mysteriously become a GIB too?
 
I remember dreaming that I was in a confrence in... I guess a floom station (it looked like one, but the ride was broken)

Anyway, the park operators abandoned said ride while we all sat in the logs to talk

Well, while we were happily having our meeting, the ride started up again, and at least 5 of the logs tipped forward- and we fell in the water

As we attempted to swim back to the station, it turned in to a tropical island

and there you go..
 
I had a strange dream a few days ago whereby Icon at Blackpool featured a long 5-minute indoor section before the ride itself began (similar to The Curse at Alton Manor), themed around a woman about to be attacked by her husband at some point during the 1920s.

The sad part is that nobody seemed to be concerned about the woman's welfare as they were simply impatient for the ride to start, and everybody cheered when the familiar "Icon" voiceover was heard, and the ride burst out of the house from the upper floor (thus also featuring a somewhat vertical drop in addition to the launch).
 
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