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I have a nice two-week vacation planned next month, and I've been going over my itinerary, making plans, and deciding on details of the trip. So I guess my subconscious was chewing on that kind of thing when I went to sleep last night. I had a weird, very vivid, very LONG dream that involved timeshares, TUG, people who can't drive RVs, and timeshare sales people. My dreams usually fade very quickly but this one stuck with me. I'm wondering if anyone else has ever dreamt of TUG and the joy of vacationing? This dream was strange, but oddly satisfying.
In my dream I was lounging by a beautiful swimming pool in a large resort, surrounded by a dozen owners and exchangers, when conversation turned to my saying how I'd bought and sold about a dozen timeshares over the years. Someone said, "I don't believe you! Nobody can own more than one at a time!" My reply was, "Have any of you ever heard of the Timeshare Users Group? No? Remember this website: TUG2.COM!"
The conversation became lively and educational, as I gave these newbies a quick lesson into the pitfalls of unquestioned purchases, the resale market, doing due diligence, and buying wisely. "And those so-called Owner's Updates you each attend every trip? You know those are optional, right?" Gasps of disbelief.
The dream continued in a long, lively way, amid very convoluted conversations with different people at the resort, until a woman who was kind of a smart aleck in the group said she had to leave, because she needed to move their motorhome, and her husband couldn't drive it. We all watched as she tried to drive her 1980-vintage Class C Ford (yes, I noticed the brand, even) across a bridge made from two boards over a deep stream. The boards bent greatly under the weight, and it was obvious disaster was about to happen. We all shouted for her to stop, but she just waved out the window, and drove further onto the two boards. Naturally, they bent down until they snapped under the weight, and the motorhome fell into the water on its side. She climbed out the driver's door window, laughing, and yelled, "Well, that didn't go so well, now did it?" (I said it was a weird dream.) She later told me everybody was okay, but the motorhome was a mess. "Time to buy a new one, or maybe I'll buy another timeshare!" she said, with another smile.
The dream went on and on, it seemed, until I heard a loud bell calling everyone to attend the "mandatory" Owner's Update. It turned out to be my alarm clock. I was relieved when I woke up that I didn't have to attend one of those time-wasters.
Anyway, it's early, and I need more coffee. But I wanted to thank Tuggers for giving me such a positive, pleasant dream. It was weird and so forth, but oddly satisfying to think I helped so many others at my dream resort, wherever that was. I didn't recognize it, and never saw a name. Probably something like "Imaginary Acres"
Dave
In my dream I was lounging by a beautiful swimming pool in a large resort, surrounded by a dozen owners and exchangers, when conversation turned to my saying how I'd bought and sold about a dozen timeshares over the years. Someone said, "I don't believe you! Nobody can own more than one at a time!" My reply was, "Have any of you ever heard of the Timeshare Users Group? No? Remember this website: TUG2.COM!"
The conversation became lively and educational, as I gave these newbies a quick lesson into the pitfalls of unquestioned purchases, the resale market, doing due diligence, and buying wisely. "And those so-called Owner's Updates you each attend every trip? You know those are optional, right?" Gasps of disbelief.
The dream continued in a long, lively way, amid very convoluted conversations with different people at the resort, until a woman who was kind of a smart aleck in the group said she had to leave, because she needed to move their motorhome, and her husband couldn't drive it. We all watched as she tried to drive her 1980-vintage Class C Ford (yes, I noticed the brand, even) across a bridge made from two boards over a deep stream. The boards bent greatly under the weight, and it was obvious disaster was about to happen. We all shouted for her to stop, but she just waved out the window, and drove further onto the two boards. Naturally, they bent down until they snapped under the weight, and the motorhome fell into the water on its side. She climbed out the driver's door window, laughing, and yelled, "Well, that didn't go so well, now did it?" (I said it was a weird dream.) She later told me everybody was okay, but the motorhome was a mess. "Time to buy a new one, or maybe I'll buy another timeshare!" she said, with another smile.
The dream went on and on, it seemed, until I heard a loud bell calling everyone to attend the "mandatory" Owner's Update. It turned out to be my alarm clock. I was relieved when I woke up that I didn't have to attend one of those time-wasters.
Anyway, it's early, and I need more coffee. But I wanted to thank Tuggers for giving me such a positive, pleasant dream. It was weird and so forth, but oddly satisfying to think I helped so many others at my dream resort, wherever that was. I didn't recognize it, and never saw a name. Probably something like "Imaginary Acres"
Dave
