There’s a place my mind has created. It exists only in my dreams. I’m not sure what triggers it, but it could be intense sadness, because I dreamed of it last night.
It’s a sort of Disneyland. Last night it finally got a name: Disneyland East, because it’s in Arizona and thus east of the original Disneyland; however, Disneyland East is, first and foremost, a water park.
Last night I went, or tried to go, several times. To get there, take the I-17 north. I want to say that if you get to Indian School, you’ve gone too far. A 2-lane exit is what you’re looking for—2A02, I believe. It loops up, curves southbound under the surface street overpass, and takes you to Disneyland East which has no boundaries—it’s just crystal blue water and skies forever. Just $45 to get in. And the food is cheap.
If there is a Heaven, I hope it’s like this.