I dreamed I went to Disneyland last night, but it wasn't Anaheim; the Disney people had acquired a long, thin section of downtown Los Angeles and had built a quasi-replica of the original park, but with the lands in sequential order down a long avenue. I sat on a park bench and had a lengthy discussion with strangers on the relative merits of this layout vs. the wheel-and-spokes approach in the original park. One of the strangers asked me where I'd gotten my produce. "At the produce stand," I naturally replied. He left and came back empty-handed. "You have to go farther down the avenue to get to the produce stand," I told him. He thought it would be in Fantasyland. What a maroon!