I had a book once about dream exercises and dream magicks. It was during a time when I thought it would be cool to get involved with some kind of mysticism. Most magicks scares the crap out of me. Even the good magicks. I've decided on dream magicks because at least I have some sort of control. They're nothing more then methods of concentration and meditation. The one exercise I'm going to perform here is a stream of consciousness. I will be using this dream for this exercise. Keeping this dream in mind, I write whatever comes to mind. If I make a spelling mistake, leave it and go on. Also to keep on looking forward and not to stop to read what I have already written.

You have been warned.

There wasn't any line-up. When I entered the dream I was in the cable car. It wasn't a cable car. It was a grey metal bucket, pretty thick walls. Other cable cars could hold two people. Mine didn't. It didn't have any wheels overhead, either. It was fixed on the cable. I don't know how far apart each cable car was. On the same line on the other side, they cable cars seem so close together. I don't know how high up I was. I'm usually nautious. Not here. There wasn't any anxiety, sweaty palms, white knuckles or any fear. Was I afraid of heights? Not here. Was it because I'm aware that it's a dream? Did the cable car twist, roll up and down like an amusement ride? It was an amusement ride, wasn't it? I have seen roller coasters where the tracks go along side other buildings and building fixtures. It was on a kids science show with Bob MacDonald a long time ago. Why couldn't I see anyone ahead of me? I was more interested in looking over the sides. I wanted to see what was on the left and the right and over the car. Sort of. I did recall anxiety now. I was almost afraid to look underneath the cable car when it was over the entrance of Disneyworld. How did I know this was disneyworld? It's strange. There wasn't any Epcot center. No Mickey Mouse or Goofy. No Magic Kingdom. Why was I so sure this was Disneyland? Underneath me were buildings in yellow/gold tint, green trees and I saw red, green and blue baloons. To the right of me, I sensed an iron door. The cable car stopped. Why did it stop? It stopped because it was part of the ride. This is interesting. The rest of the ride was smooth and uninterrupted. Now over the entrance, it stopped. It slowed and it stopped. Then it picked up speed again. Now I'm reminded of skiing down Duck Mountain when I was going through St. Al's and Sacred Heart HS in Yorkton, going up the T-bar. Then it was the first time I looked straight ahead. There were some really tall trees ahead of me. There was an opening in the trees. There was a building ahead of me. I was going to go through an opening. Now I remember a program on the Travel channel where people are taken on a behind the scenes tour of Disneyland. I must be on a tour, a ride and then a tour. Going inside the building, I think I'm in the animation studio! This must be where all the animators come in to perform their labor and do their magic. Except it's deserted. There's no one here. Are they out for lunch? No, that can't be it. I must have gotten here after hours. After five o'clock everyone leaves for home. The cable car stops and I get off. What could be here? The cable car stops at the far right hand side of the room beside a row of windows. There's a door on the left. I leave the car and I go through the door. It's pretty dark in the hall, isn't it? There's two girls following me. This isn't an animation studio any more, it's a college dorm. How did that happen. How do I know it's a college dorm? This must be where animators are trained before they enter the field. Disney University, maybe? Who are these two girls. They seem to want me to hang with them. Maybe they're friends. I don't sense any sexual connection. I don't even sense any friendship connection. They can't be friends, but they must want me to hang around with them for some reason. Maybe for conversation. MAybe because they have nothing better to do today. We turn a left. We go down the hallway. That must be their room. Last room on the right hand side towards the window. Or is that a fire exit? We turn to the door. It has a golden half globe keyhole. That's a pretty strange keyhole. It doesn't look secure. There's a triangular opening near the bottom. I think I see a five pointed star outline. Or was it six? or nine? It's a star outline. A reddish outline? an orange-ish outline? The key better fit. She pulled out a key. It looks like a sardine key. A golden sardine key with a golden half global top on it. That's a key? I could design a better one. Oh my god, what kind of security is this? She puts the key in the bottom of the triangle, pulls to the top and turns clockwise. The door opens. Well it works. But I feel more secure with a traditional lock and key or key lock. I hope they have better security on the lower floors. I didn't recall seeing any stair cases. It could be behind these doors but there wasn't any visible stair cases. We must be at least 10 or 20 stories up. Where are the other roommates? The floor seemed empty except for the three of us. We entered her room and approached another global golden key on the corner of the room. She used her key and turned it clockwise. We left. That's strange. Was that all that we came in here for? There was a bed on the left hand side of the room. It's not made. There's a bookshelf to the immediate left of me, near the center of the room. I can't guess what they are. They're probably a mix of required reading and books that she reads for leisure. How many shelves? I think five shelves full of books. The room isn't really all that tidy. Typical college student. Better kept then some, I think. We exited the room quickly and then we went towards the window or posible fire escape. We did not go back to the drawing room. The cable was was waiting for us. All three of us. She took the key out yet again and used it on the window. The window started to swing open outwards from left to right. The car was bobbing up and down slightly. I was meant to jump into it. I stood on the ledge ready to jump in. Could it carry all three of us? I thought it could only hold one or two. How is it supposed to hold three? Do we continue on with the tour? Why is it so dark out? It feels like it's 7:00pm, no 8:00pm outside. It's pitch black with trees and lights below me. Was this part of the ride or did this go somewhere else. Looking outside, it didn't feel like 10 or 20 floors anymore. It looked like 15 floors. One wrong move and I plumet to the ground. It wasn't very safe, but I feel like I could make it. Did I jump? I was prepared to. So why didn't I jump before I woke up? One blonde girl and one dark haired brunette. The dark haired brunette figured prominently over the blonde. Why is that? She isn't the "girl of my dreams". She really did feel like a student and someone who I haven't met yet. We didn't exchange names. Why wasn't I more courteous? I should have said something, but I didn't. Why was I so quiet? Even on the cable car I didn't make any sarcastic remarks. Not even when two girls hit their heads on a construction beam. We were told to duck and they didn't listen. Those two girls and the ones that were with me when we went to the dorm room were not the same. The two that got hit were more airheads. These two were very hard workers. They looked dedicated to their work anyway. Why do I remember the rules? Don't put your arms out. Don't put your feet out. Duck. What an unsafe ride this is. There's hazards and dangers. Okay, they are subtle hazards and dangers, especially with the construction beams sticking out. I mean it makes sense to duck. The airheads didn't. They weren't badly hurt or got concussions. It was just a quick beam to the head, they ducked and then they were all right. They didn't feel any pain and never got any bruises. I surely would have ducked. Do I just follow all of the rules?