Last night I had another of those recurring anxiety dreams where I go to the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland and they’ve completely remodeled it. Every time I have this dream it’s a different remodel, but the common theme is, the remodel sucks, and I feel lost, cheated, abandoned.
Last night the remodel had something to do with lawyers and the Alaska gold rush. I was trying to start a “put it back!” campaign, but as I put my letter in the box, I had the thought that they spent far too much money on the stupid remodel and they’d never put it back now. There was no way to put it back.
Yesterday I saw Zombieland, and recommend it for fans of zombie comedies and post-apocalyptic road movies. (And really, who doesn’t like these things?)