the sun's not yellow, it's chicken

paula_kelley

Subject:	This is why Sandman must be real
Time:	10:57 am.

I have dreamspaces that I visit again and again and have since childhood.

There's a ride at Disneyland in my head. It's not a real ride, nor has it ever been (I've been to Disneyland about 100 times in my life, and I would definitely know if it had ever been real). It's sometimes based around Woody Woodpecker, sometimes around Panchito, the Mexican bird from the Three Caballeros. It's a short ride that turns into a metal rollercoaster and has a huge drop--really long drop, but the incline is not so crazy, so you end up on the other side of the park from where you started.

The first time I dreamt about it, I was probably 9 or 10 and dreaming that my friend Frieda and I went on it together. Frieda and I actually did go to Disneyland together a number of times, so within the context of the dream it made so much sense that this particular ride always felt real. I've dreamt about it a number of times since, always remembering the first time I visited this space with Frieda.

Last night I dreamt about it again. I was on a ride at Disneyland with some of the kids from my class, and it was only when I got to the end of the ride that I realized which one it was. They had changed the theme. It was no longer based around Woody Woodpecker or Panchito. I'm not sure what it was based around, but in my dream I just cried and cried for my lost childhood.

And then I woke up.

let me ask you one question: postcards from the hanging.

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