I keep having dreams about Disneyland. I suppose it's a kind of zoo, with its cartoon animals, loud attractions and obnoxious guests. In this dream, I had taken my daughter there only to discover that many of my university friends and acquaintances were also present. We spent most of the time in the big main lobby area, where a variety of smaller attractions were housed, such as indoor play areas, eateries etc. There was also a library housing rare volumes. Here I found Sam Hearn, an old friend who has since seen fit to cut me out of his life for slights imagined. I spied on him through the books as he perused the titles. When I wearied of this, I took to browsing myself, and found a section on demonology. Big old occult books with leather bindings and metal clasps, as difficult to lift as they were to decipher. Some of the pages were so ancient that the ink had long ago dried up and vanished, leaving behind only blank parchment.
But enough of this. Lucinda expressed a desire to visit the park's Polar Zone, which I knew was less about their marine life and more about going on the ice slide that went through the exhibit. We got there towards the end of the day, as evening was darkening the sky. There were still plenty of families coming and going. I saw my sisters through the glass, already much advanced into the icy tour, but I was unable to cut through the queue to join them. Lucinda and I patiently waited our turn, then boarded the ice slide with some other people. The water slide took guests past a pair of belugas who swam round and round in their designated chute. If timed correctly, the slide would intersect with them at the very moment they swam past. I tried to hold our toboggan back for this purpose, but there were other people on the ride in front of us, and they blocked our view with their big heads. I caught a glimpse of the snow white cetaceans barrelling past, but Lulu was too short to see.
The rest of the dream was a surreal farce involving buses, mistaken identity, and hysterical women with coffee. It is not fit to write down.
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