Sunday, June 3, 2001
I dreamt this morning that Patrick and I were at Disneyland. We were standing on the platform at the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad rollercoaster ride. When the train showed up, it was one of those small miniature trains instead of the big train. People were already on board and they didn't get off, so we found seats and sat down. I said, "I've never ridden this ride sideways before!" because the benches in our part of the train were all sideways like in a miniature train. I looked at Patrick and said, "Welcome to the Magic Kingdom, baby! It's your first ride at Disneyland! Here we go!" Inside the caverns of the ride, I noticed it was entirely redone. There were no tracks; the train ran on bobsled-like runs of sanded hardwood. The wood was very orange and very new. The chambers were also very cramped and claustrophobic. I could see where the wood was wearing down at the turns. We had no seatbelts, and I was worried about ride safety. My dream didn't have an ending that I remember. That's all I recall. Today we met Aaron and Jamie near Lloyd Lake at Golden Gate Park for a picnic. We met Berund, a writer from Belgium, Alina, Tina, Evan, and Andy. Georgie, Nicole, Tom, all whom we already knew, also attended. Evan was our grillmaster for the day cooking us yummy BBQ chicken, and we smirked when we saw him pouring Sunny Delight to cool the coals after all the cooking was done.