Last night I dreamed I was somehow "under" Disneyland, in a place where the magic is created. I had the impression that being there was rarely allowed, and security people were keeping an eye on us. I was there with someone. I'm not sure who. My daughter, perhaps? I also had the feeling that we were under some kind of big body of water, like a SeaWorld tank?
I think we had entered through a field. It felt like the Midwest. (Alice down the rabbit hole? I don't actually remember entering.)
There were other people, very happy. It seemed this was a special night. We were all making our way to an auditorium. Some kind of ceremony or presentation was going to happen. We entered the auditorium and were seated, ready for the event. Suddenly I heard someone say, "Mrs. Disney is on the move." An older woman was coming down the row of seats in front of me. We were all in awe of her. She passed right in front of me, and appeared happy and confident.
I've no idea right now what any of this means, except the fields might be related to my locavore work.
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