I’m not responsible for my dreams, and frequently can’t explain them.
Last night I dreamed that I was in DisneyLand or DisneyWorld, and was at an interactive show of some sort. There was a female presenter and a male presenter. What’s unusual was that the male guide was – Kevin Costner. I thought that was weird, but my sleep-befuddled mind said “Well, I understand he’s lost a lot of money. He’s probably getting some extra cash this was.” When I woke up, my mind said “I don’t think Costner’s having money troubles. I think that was Nicholas Cage.”
This morning I googled Costner and Disneyland, and found that he had, in fact, been a guide on the Jungle Cruise attraction. Not the one I visualized in my dream, but close enough.
I seriously doubt that I’d heard or read this anywhere before. I don’t know where my subconscious gets this stuff.
We had a big family reunion and all my live and dead relatives were there. Grandma was a little pissed because I (for some unknown reason) didn’t want to go to Disneyland with them. It all makes sense now, thanks!
I dreamed last night that I was a private detective, and Christie Brinkley was looking to hire me, but I didn’t want to work for her because she’s nuts. So she kidnapped me and we were driving around in a huge Hummer.
Yeah – one of the sites I found listed performers who had worked at Disneyland, including Martin (who worked in other places, too, including Merlin’s Magic Shop). Michelle Pfeiffer apparently sang on the Main Street Electrical Parade.
none of which will affect my dreams. I never seem to have dreams I’d want (especially sexual ones – no Michelle Pfeiffer). I’m more likely to end up dreaming about Barney the Dinosaur on the Staten Island Ferry. And it wouldn’t be colliding with anything.
