I had a strange dream. I was at a newly built Disney theme park and was one of the first people allowed to experience the place. We went on several rides. I met up with a boy who looks like Tobey Maguire (who I don't even deem that attractive). But we basically became husband and wife. We visited a TV studio for some gayass talkshow and were members of the live audience.

We stayed in the DisneyTown, which contained a small-town atmosphere. Fake-Tobey became friends with my dad, who was a scraggly, old bum. He went into the locksmith's shop to get jelly beans (?). On the way, he rant into fake-Tobey, who was trying to keep this other guy away from the shop. My dad went in and saw the owner of the shop dead. He walked further (out of shock) and saw all the jelly beans on the ground. Suddenly, the shop's alarm went off. My dad was framed.

I was so pissed at fake-Tobey because he seemed part of it. He swore that he had nothing to do with it. And to prove it, we ran off to another part of Disneyland. We didn't know where we'd end up, but slid down a pipe anyway. To both sides, the pipe opened. However, we were in the bottom of the aquarium, but no water surged into the pipe. I looked out and realized that we were in the fucking giant, mutated stingray tank.

Years went by, with us surviving and becoming a money-making freakshow for Disney. I would be in the tank, and then the them park would leat a sting ray swim at me and pummel be with its sides. One day, it threw me off the net that separated me from the individual attacking stingray and the pack of stingrays. The pack pummeled me, and disney cruelly made it into a learning experience. It didn't hurt. And I could hold my breath really long. So, I survived. End dream.

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