MORNING OF APRIL 12, 2008
First I remember driving through a city, possibly Atlanta, GA, and seeing a huge billboard. The billboard featured and promoted one of the old characters I used to often draw. Rather than feeling like someone was stealing from me, I felt a little excited to see one of my characters on a big billboard. I also felt a burning need to find out what exactly was being promoted.
I remember talking to Richard about it, and he said he'd seen those billboards around, too, and had been meaning to tell me about them.
Then I was in the car with Katie, taking her to show her the original billboard. I parked my car at a gas station across the street and got out to take a picture of the sign. After snapping a few shots, I went inside the gas station, which looked like a restaurant inside. I can't remember what I did there. After a while, Katie came in and said she was tired of waiting in the car.
Then the dream changed to where I was talking to an author about the books he wrote. It may possibly have been Stephen King, as I've read a few of his books lately. He told me the story for his latest book, and as he spoke, I could see it in my mind like a movie:
There was a young man in the hospital for a sickness. One day he was visited by a man with a strangely scarred face. The scarred-man showed much sympathy towards the hospital-man, and yet the latter did not understand why.
The man in the hospital had gone to summer camp every year as a child. There had always been a group of bullies at the summer camp that gave he and some of the other kids a hard time. The kid they gave the hardest time was an especially awkward little kid who just lived in his own world and did weird things all the time. There was a camp counselor who was very kind to and protective of the kids who were taunted by the bully kids.
They had a bonfire party on the last night of camp. The bully kids knew the awkward outcast kid liked fireworks, so they gave him a bunch and convinced him to throw them in the bonfire all at once. When he did, it blew up the whole camp and killed almost everyone.
The man who was now in the hospital as an adult had been one of the few survivors that night long ago. He suddenly realize the badly scarred man that had now come to visit him had been the friendly counselor from the camp--badly scarred from the explosion, of course--and he had never known before now that he had survived.
This was supposed to be such a shocking ending to the story, and in the logic of the dream it seemed to me genius.
Then I was looking through a stack of ratty old paperbacks I had found somewhere. I think perhaps they were supposed to have once belonged to one of my family members.
One of the paperbacks was some kind of tawdry vampire/romance novel. It had a painted picture on the cover that looked like it could have been done by Boris. The foreground was a well-built man with long, blonde hair sitting on a sofa (you could tell he was the vampire of the story). Behind him, near a door in the background, was an attractive woman in a white, sheer nightgown.
The woman's face had a hologram sticker on it, so that when you turned it one way you saw her face, and when you turned it another you saw a skull. I flipped through the novel and saw there were many of these hologram pictures throughout the book. I found it to be very strange, and more than a little cheesy.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
The Nerd of the Ring *PLUS* Muppets in a Movie
MORNING OF APRIL 8, 2008
(This is a long one, people. But probably pretty entertaining.)
Richard came over to my place wanting to go somewhere, but I had to feed my dogs, Einstein and Harley first. (Harley has been dead for 3 years or so, and Einstein lives with my parents, not with me, but none of this mattered in my dream).
Then Richard, Jessica, Cailey and I were all at the video store looking at movies. We got in the checkout line but it was moving really slow. Suddenly Richard and I noticed that Jessica had helped herself behind the counter and was ringing up her own movies. Cailey was sitting on top of the counter playing with a pile of "free rental" coupons. She was even sharing them with random customers, which I'm sure she wasn't supposed to be doing.
The video store was inside a mall, because we left there and went to other stores. Richard and I went to a toy store. There was a large display in the store of a life size Lord of the Rings game. It basically consisted of a huge, fake dragon (supposedly Smaug from The Hobbit), guarding a replica of the One Ring (for Lord of the Rings).
I played the game, which involved taking a fake sword and doing battle with the fake dragon, which flew through the air around your head, constantly attacking you while you tried your best to get the Ring. Even though it was fake, it was very disconcerting and a little bit frightening having this huge dragon constantly dive-bombing you and nipping at you.
Finally, I managed to hit the dragon in a certain place with my sword that deactivated it. It fell lifeless to the ground. I took the Ring as my prize for winning the game.
Leaving the store, I told Richard the ring felt actually hot in my hand, and actually evil, as if it were the real Ring. He told me it might actually be, in which case I should definitely get rid of it, ASAP.
We exited the mall, which looked like an actual mall in this area which has a river behind it. We walked up to the river, but in the dream world, the river lay at the bottom of some rocky ledges (they were only a few feet high). I knew I would have to throw the ring deep into the water of the river, in hopes no one would ever find it.
Near the river's shore, at the very base of one of the rock ledges was an assembly of medieval-looking people. I understood them to be the cast of "Monty Python's Spamalot" (which recently toured in my area, and I regretted not being able to go and see it).
By now the Ring was very, very heavy in my hands (at least as heavy as a bowling ball), and getting hotter as well. I looked at it, and the fiery, elvish inscription was now showing. I was actually starting to get really scared.
Suddenly, the center opening of the ring drew shut to the size of a pinhole, leaving the ring almost a solid mass of gold, and nearly unbearably heavy. In a panic, I threw it off the ledge towards the river. It was so heavy, however, that it just barely went over the edge, bounced down the rocks, and landed in the very shallow waters on the edge of the shore.
I felt a sudden shock of dread in this failed disposal and woke up.
THE END
SECOND DREAM:
"Muppets in a Movie"
I had another dream after going back to sleep. My dad was in my apartment very early one morning, and we were waiting to meet my mom. He had to make a call and for some reason had to use my cell phone.
While he used my phone, I walked outside. It looked like the neighborhood I used to live in when I was a teenager. I decided to take a walk.
Then the dream changed so that it was like I was watching a movie. It happened to be a Muppet movie of some kind, because it was Kermit walking through the same neighborhood.
Kermit arrived at a house where many of the other Muppets were staying. Piggy greeted him enthusiastically at the door. There were a few moments of Muppet-y antics inside the home. Then Kermit met up with Fozzie, who was distressed.
Fozzie had found a the Ring, and needed to get rid of it, but didn't know how.
I can't remember what happened next, except I remember a scene of the movie where all the Muppets from the the house were out on the front lawn, and Kermit walked away, as if to resume his earlier walk.
Then my alarm went off.
(This is a long one, people. But probably pretty entertaining.)
Richard came over to my place wanting to go somewhere, but I had to feed my dogs, Einstein and Harley first. (Harley has been dead for 3 years or so, and Einstein lives with my parents, not with me, but none of this mattered in my dream).
Then Richard, Jessica, Cailey and I were all at the video store looking at movies. We got in the checkout line but it was moving really slow. Suddenly Richard and I noticed that Jessica had helped herself behind the counter and was ringing up her own movies. Cailey was sitting on top of the counter playing with a pile of "free rental" coupons. She was even sharing them with random customers, which I'm sure she wasn't supposed to be doing.
The video store was inside a mall, because we left there and went to other stores. Richard and I went to a toy store. There was a large display in the store of a life size Lord of the Rings game. It basically consisted of a huge, fake dragon (supposedly Smaug from The Hobbit), guarding a replica of the One Ring (for Lord of the Rings).
I played the game, which involved taking a fake sword and doing battle with the fake dragon, which flew through the air around your head, constantly attacking you while you tried your best to get the Ring. Even though it was fake, it was very disconcerting and a little bit frightening having this huge dragon constantly dive-bombing you and nipping at you.
Finally, I managed to hit the dragon in a certain place with my sword that deactivated it. It fell lifeless to the ground. I took the Ring as my prize for winning the game.
Leaving the store, I told Richard the ring felt actually hot in my hand, and actually evil, as if it were the real Ring. He told me it might actually be, in which case I should definitely get rid of it, ASAP.
We exited the mall, which looked like an actual mall in this area which has a river behind it. We walked up to the river, but in the dream world, the river lay at the bottom of some rocky ledges (they were only a few feet high). I knew I would have to throw the ring deep into the water of the river, in hopes no one would ever find it.
Near the river's shore, at the very base of one of the rock ledges was an assembly of medieval-looking people. I understood them to be the cast of "Monty Python's Spamalot" (which recently toured in my area, and I regretted not being able to go and see it).
By now the Ring was very, very heavy in my hands (at least as heavy as a bowling ball), and getting hotter as well. I looked at it, and the fiery, elvish inscription was now showing. I was actually starting to get really scared.
Suddenly, the center opening of the ring drew shut to the size of a pinhole, leaving the ring almost a solid mass of gold, and nearly unbearably heavy. In a panic, I threw it off the ledge towards the river. It was so heavy, however, that it just barely went over the edge, bounced down the rocks, and landed in the very shallow waters on the edge of the shore.
I felt a sudden shock of dread in this failed disposal and woke up.
THE END
SECOND DREAM:
"Muppets in a Movie"
I had another dream after going back to sleep. My dad was in my apartment very early one morning, and we were waiting to meet my mom. He had to make a call and for some reason had to use my cell phone.
While he used my phone, I walked outside. It looked like the neighborhood I used to live in when I was a teenager. I decided to take a walk.
Then the dream changed so that it was like I was watching a movie. It happened to be a Muppet movie of some kind, because it was Kermit walking through the same neighborhood.
Kermit arrived at a house where many of the other Muppets were staying. Piggy greeted him enthusiastically at the door. There were a few moments of Muppet-y antics inside the home. Then Kermit met up with Fozzie, who was distressed.
Fozzie had found a the Ring, and needed to get rid of it, but didn't know how.
I can't remember what happened next, except I remember a scene of the movie where all the Muppets from the the house were out on the front lawn, and Kermit walked away, as if to resume his earlier walk.
Then my alarm went off.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Waiting on the Show
MORNING OF APRIL 5, 2008
There was a strange thread of dreams early on that I can't remember with great detail. In the first clear memory, I was with Richard and Jessica. We were at the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta, GA for a They Might Be Giants concert (this, no doubt, is inspired by the fact that we actually did attend two TMBG shows last month).
We had arrived early, but found it very odd that there was literally no one else in the venue except for some employees. After waiting for some time, we suddenly "remembered" that this show was to be held at some other venue.
We all got into the car and headed toward the new location, hoping we wouldn't be late. We did, however, decide to stop at a convenience store for some snacks on our way.
Browsing the snacks, I saw some sandwich crackers. They were almost exactly like the little sleeves of sandwich crackers you can really buy--the ones with peanut butter sandwiched between two cheese crackers. The difference was, this was just one shrink-wrapped cheese cracker-sandwich, and it was the size of an actual sandwich. I found this unusual size so odd, and for some reason was determined to try one, so I picked it up to buy it.
We stood in line at the checkout, and it seems there was some interaction with the people there, but I can't remember it in detail. I paid for my giant cracker and was headed out the door. I looked back over my shoulder and saw the next customer in line after me had been none other than Pluto, the animated Disney dog. (This was literally the animated version, not the costumed version from Disney World.) He was on his hind legs, propped against the counter, dropping his items onto it from his mouth.
This struck me as an incredibly strange sight to behold, so I woke up.
There was a strange thread of dreams early on that I can't remember with great detail. In the first clear memory, I was with Richard and Jessica. We were at the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta, GA for a They Might Be Giants concert (this, no doubt, is inspired by the fact that we actually did attend two TMBG shows last month).
We had arrived early, but found it very odd that there was literally no one else in the venue except for some employees. After waiting for some time, we suddenly "remembered" that this show was to be held at some other venue.
We all got into the car and headed toward the new location, hoping we wouldn't be late. We did, however, decide to stop at a convenience store for some snacks on our way.
Browsing the snacks, I saw some sandwich crackers. They were almost exactly like the little sleeves of sandwich crackers you can really buy--the ones with peanut butter sandwiched between two cheese crackers. The difference was, this was just one shrink-wrapped cheese cracker-sandwich, and it was the size of an actual sandwich. I found this unusual size so odd, and for some reason was determined to try one, so I picked it up to buy it.
We stood in line at the checkout, and it seems there was some interaction with the people there, but I can't remember it in detail. I paid for my giant cracker and was headed out the door. I looked back over my shoulder and saw the next customer in line after me had been none other than Pluto, the animated Disney dog. (This was literally the animated version, not the costumed version from Disney World.) He was on his hind legs, propped against the counter, dropping his items onto it from his mouth.
This struck me as an incredibly strange sight to behold, so I woke up.
Coloring Book Critics
MORNING OF APRIL 2, 2008
I was in some sort of department store, possibly a Target, and I saw Richard and Jessica. We stood around chatting for a bit. Their daughter, Cailey (3), was not with them, and I just assumed that they had left her with someone and not brought her to the store.
But then Cailey came running down the aisle, crying. She jumped into her mom's arms saying, "I did a bad thing! I did a bad thing!" We were all baffled and alarmed. We finally got her to tell us the "bad thing", which was simply that she had bumped into a little boy and knocked him down. No harm done, but for some reason it had really freaked her out.
Then we took Cailey back to where she had been when this happened. It turns out that in the back of this Target there was a storage room where a lady was keeping watch over several young children. It looked more or less like a kindergarten class. Apparently this was an area where parents could leave their kids while they shopped or something. The "teacher" or "babysitter" (or whatever she was) explained further to us what had happened, and that it was all an accident and no one was hurt.
Then I remember being in the checkout line. Instead of tabloid magazines, the checkout was stocked with a variety of coloring books. As we waited in line, Richard and I were looking through them to pass the time.
One of them had a "Little Red Riding Hood" theme. The cover featured very atrocious, amateurish artwork. The image featured Riding Hood in the foreground, and in the woods behind her two wolves were fighting.
Richard pointed to the wolves and sarcastically observed, "That is the best artwork you will ever see of two wolves fighting."
I agreed with equal mock enthusiasm. Then Richard picked up the book and flipped through it. Shocked, he soon said, "But this on the other hand really does look pretty cool!"
He handed me the coloring book, and the interior art was definitely much more skilled than that on the cover. But the picture he pointed out to me was of a wolf eating rabbits, and it was kind of creepy to me that it would be in a child's coloring book.
I was in some sort of department store, possibly a Target, and I saw Richard and Jessica. We stood around chatting for a bit. Their daughter, Cailey (3), was not with them, and I just assumed that they had left her with someone and not brought her to the store.
But then Cailey came running down the aisle, crying. She jumped into her mom's arms saying, "I did a bad thing! I did a bad thing!" We were all baffled and alarmed. We finally got her to tell us the "bad thing", which was simply that she had bumped into a little boy and knocked him down. No harm done, but for some reason it had really freaked her out.
Then we took Cailey back to where she had been when this happened. It turns out that in the back of this Target there was a storage room where a lady was keeping watch over several young children. It looked more or less like a kindergarten class. Apparently this was an area where parents could leave their kids while they shopped or something. The "teacher" or "babysitter" (or whatever she was) explained further to us what had happened, and that it was all an accident and no one was hurt.
Then I remember being in the checkout line. Instead of tabloid magazines, the checkout was stocked with a variety of coloring books. As we waited in line, Richard and I were looking through them to pass the time.
One of them had a "Little Red Riding Hood" theme. The cover featured very atrocious, amateurish artwork. The image featured Riding Hood in the foreground, and in the woods behind her two wolves were fighting.
Richard pointed to the wolves and sarcastically observed, "That is the best artwork you will ever see of two wolves fighting."
I agreed with equal mock enthusiasm. Then Richard picked up the book and flipped through it. Shocked, he soon said, "But this on the other hand really does look pretty cool!"
He handed me the coloring book, and the interior art was definitely much more skilled than that on the cover. But the picture he pointed out to me was of a wolf eating rabbits, and it was kind of creepy to me that it would be in a child's coloring book.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The Electronic IQ Test
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 20, 2008
I was back in school. It looked and felt like high school, but I was my current age. One morning I was running late trying to get there. I arrived at the school and would have been just in time for my fist class except I had to go and clock in for the day (yes, just like I do at my actual job) and I knew that would put me just a few minutes late into the classroom.
After clocking in, I was walking hurriedly down the halls when I realized they seemed utterly empty. Not only empty, but deserted and long-abandoned. The place was in utter disrepair. Still I continued walking, and the further down the hall I walked, I began to see a classroom here and a classroom there which had actual students in them. Before long, the entire building was in good condition, and all the classrooms were full and bustling.
I then realized I was standing in front of the office area, which was not closed off, but was a big, circular desk in the middle of everything where all the secretaries were just sitting. They were staring at me, as I'm sure I looked really confused after my strange ordeal walking down the hall. A particularly severe-looking lady behind the desk asked me why I wasn't in class, and I told her I was currently trying to find my way there.
So I finally made it to class--late, of course. The teacher was just getting started with the day's lecture. She shot me a cruel look when I sheepishly entered the classroom and took my seat, but said nothing. At this point I realized I had left my textbook in my locker, and only had my notebook and a folder of past assignments with me.
Naturally the teacher gave us an assignment to do during class that required the textbook. I asked to borrow one of the extra textbooks, and she told me I couldn't. So I was stuck, unable to do the classwork. I just began doodling in my notebook, and quickly began to forget my former frustration as I got lost in the drawings.
Next I vaguely remember walking on the lawn of the campus, supposedly after class. I was looking for Richard, because I had something to tell him, but I don't remember what.
Then I somehow ended up back in that office area again. There was an attractive girl sitting on a stool in front of me. The girl was fictional, but I "knew" her in my dream. She told me they were performing IQ tests, and she wanted me to guess her IQ before they tested her.
There was an LCD monitor attached to the stool she was seated on and it read "130" in red, digital numbers. I asked her what that was for, and she said that's what told you your IQ, but they hadn't run her test yet, so that wasn't necessarily her results. She asked me again to guess her IQ before they ran the test.
I knew this girl to be just very, very smart and bookish. I had no trouble believing something like 130 was probably at least her actual IQ. I began to wonder if it was some kind of trick question, and that monitor was already showing me the correct answer. As I pondered this, she pressed me again, with growing urgency, to guess her IQ!
I just spouted out, "I guess it probably really is 130 or something like that."
"So that's your guess? 130?"
"I don't know--sure--I guess--130."
Suddenly the digital numbers began rapidly fluctuating, and there were a series of electronic, shocking noises as the girl sat wearing a look of mild physical discomfort. Then the LCD monitor made a "ding!" sound, and the final reading stopped on 68.
I was stunned...I thought this girl was brilliant! She couldn't have only a 68 IQ! When she saw the results she jumped off the stool and ran to one of the teachers who was standing nearby. She embraced the teacher in sobs, apparently devastated over her results.
I was back in school. It looked and felt like high school, but I was my current age. One morning I was running late trying to get there. I arrived at the school and would have been just in time for my fist class except I had to go and clock in for the day (yes, just like I do at my actual job) and I knew that would put me just a few minutes late into the classroom.
After clocking in, I was walking hurriedly down the halls when I realized they seemed utterly empty. Not only empty, but deserted and long-abandoned. The place was in utter disrepair. Still I continued walking, and the further down the hall I walked, I began to see a classroom here and a classroom there which had actual students in them. Before long, the entire building was in good condition, and all the classrooms were full and bustling.
I then realized I was standing in front of the office area, which was not closed off, but was a big, circular desk in the middle of everything where all the secretaries were just sitting. They were staring at me, as I'm sure I looked really confused after my strange ordeal walking down the hall. A particularly severe-looking lady behind the desk asked me why I wasn't in class, and I told her I was currently trying to find my way there.
So I finally made it to class--late, of course. The teacher was just getting started with the day's lecture. She shot me a cruel look when I sheepishly entered the classroom and took my seat, but said nothing. At this point I realized I had left my textbook in my locker, and only had my notebook and a folder of past assignments with me.
Naturally the teacher gave us an assignment to do during class that required the textbook. I asked to borrow one of the extra textbooks, and she told me I couldn't. So I was stuck, unable to do the classwork. I just began doodling in my notebook, and quickly began to forget my former frustration as I got lost in the drawings.
Next I vaguely remember walking on the lawn of the campus, supposedly after class. I was looking for Richard, because I had something to tell him, but I don't remember what.
Then I somehow ended up back in that office area again. There was an attractive girl sitting on a stool in front of me. The girl was fictional, but I "knew" her in my dream. She told me they were performing IQ tests, and she wanted me to guess her IQ before they tested her.
There was an LCD monitor attached to the stool she was seated on and it read "130" in red, digital numbers. I asked her what that was for, and she said that's what told you your IQ, but they hadn't run her test yet, so that wasn't necessarily her results. She asked me again to guess her IQ before they ran the test.
I knew this girl to be just very, very smart and bookish. I had no trouble believing something like 130 was probably at least her actual IQ. I began to wonder if it was some kind of trick question, and that monitor was already showing me the correct answer. As I pondered this, she pressed me again, with growing urgency, to guess her IQ!
I just spouted out, "I guess it probably really is 130 or something like that."
"So that's your guess? 130?"
"I don't know--sure--I guess--130."
Suddenly the digital numbers began rapidly fluctuating, and there were a series of electronic, shocking noises as the girl sat wearing a look of mild physical discomfort. Then the LCD monitor made a "ding!" sound, and the final reading stopped on 68.
I was stunned...I thought this girl was brilliant! She couldn't have only a 68 IQ! When she saw the results she jumped off the stool and ran to one of the teachers who was standing nearby. She embraced the teacher in sobs, apparently devastated over her results.
Monday, February 11, 2008
One Sick Dude
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 11, 2008
I was supposedly at work, but it looked like a combination of my bedroom and living room as opposed to anything where I actually work. My bed was part of the room,and I was reclining on it with some job-related paperwork.
My boss came in and spoke to me about something. Then a young man came in the door who was supposedly one of the employees, though he is an entirely fictional creation of the dream. Apparently he was returning to work after a battle with a terrible sickness.
Every visible part of his skin was covered with a red, revolting rash that was flaking in some areas and still looked ripe and pus-filled in others. He sat down on the other side of the bed I was sitting on and began talking cheerily to the boss about his "flesh-eating illness" he had battled.
I sort of freaked out that he had sat on my bed, and I immediately got up. I didn't want to catch his flesh-eating thing-a-ma-jig. Then I became aware for the first time of how strange it was that my bed was at work....and realized I'd have to wash my bedspread and all my sheets before I slept in it again.
I was supposedly at work, but it looked like a combination of my bedroom and living room as opposed to anything where I actually work. My bed was part of the room,and I was reclining on it with some job-related paperwork.
My boss came in and spoke to me about something. Then a young man came in the door who was supposedly one of the employees, though he is an entirely fictional creation of the dream. Apparently he was returning to work after a battle with a terrible sickness.
Every visible part of his skin was covered with a red, revolting rash that was flaking in some areas and still looked ripe and pus-filled in others. He sat down on the other side of the bed I was sitting on and began talking cheerily to the boss about his "flesh-eating illness" he had battled.
I sort of freaked out that he had sat on my bed, and I immediately got up. I didn't want to catch his flesh-eating thing-a-ma-jig. Then I became aware for the first time of how strange it was that my bed was at work....and realized I'd have to wash my bedspread and all my sheets before I slept in it again.
I'm (dreaming about) Going to Disney World!
MORNING OF FEBRUARY 10, 2008
In reality I haven't been to Disney World in many years, but in my dream Katie and I went there. I only vaguely remember walking around the park, but I know it was very much unlike what it actually is.
My only coherent memory comes from the end of the dream, when Katie was ready to leave the place for the day, but there was one more attraction I wanted to see. I don't know what it was called, but I "remembered" it from the times I had visited in my youth.
The attraction was housed in a huge, white building. Upon entering there was a theater which constantly showed one of the classic Disney animated films (I believe it was showing Snow White at the time). The movie was optional, and we chose to skip it and move on to the other available activity.
Beyond the theater there was a series of corridors like a museum, and on either side of the corridor there were a series of life-size dioramas depicting scenes from classic Disney animation. The dioramas were compiled of a combination of statues and animatronics. Even though this specific setup is entirely fictional, it gave me a great sense of nostalgia to see it "again".
I was snapping pictures of one of the final scenes on display, which happened to be from The Little Mermaid, when I realized something seemed a little off. That's when I noticed that Ariel was not animatronic after all, but an actual human actress in costume. She was splashing around awkwardly in the water, as if attempting to mimic the movements of the other animatronics.
In reality I haven't been to Disney World in many years, but in my dream Katie and I went there. I only vaguely remember walking around the park, but I know it was very much unlike what it actually is.
My only coherent memory comes from the end of the dream, when Katie was ready to leave the place for the day, but there was one more attraction I wanted to see. I don't know what it was called, but I "remembered" it from the times I had visited in my youth.
The attraction was housed in a huge, white building. Upon entering there was a theater which constantly showed one of the classic Disney animated films (I believe it was showing Snow White at the time). The movie was optional, and we chose to skip it and move on to the other available activity.
Beyond the theater there was a series of corridors like a museum, and on either side of the corridor there were a series of life-size dioramas depicting scenes from classic Disney animation. The dioramas were compiled of a combination of statues and animatronics. Even though this specific setup is entirely fictional, it gave me a great sense of nostalgia to see it "again".
I was snapping pictures of one of the final scenes on display, which happened to be from The Little Mermaid, when I realized something seemed a little off. That's when I noticed that Ariel was not animatronic after all, but an actual human actress in costume. She was splashing around awkwardly in the water, as if attempting to mimic the movements of the other animatronics.
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