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112712 -- Analysis
Nov. 27th, 2012 08:34 pmI had a dream last night.
It's not any secret to anybody that I'm a huge fan of roller coasters. In this dream, I had taken a train out somewhere to Six Flags in New Jersey, probably the biggest park in the New York tri-state area. Nice big park, really nice collection of coasters, ugly little park itself but whatever, I don't go there to have it look pretty.
Of course, parks in my dreams never show up as they're supposed to, and when Dylan (my boyfriend) and I get there we notice they're doing a special promotion to mark the end of the year -- you know, since it's November. O.o It was a Wednesday, and the park closed for the season on Friday.
The special they were running?
They had Kingda Ka running RIGHT SMACK DAB NEXT TO Top Thrill Dragster. As in, the only two stratacoasters in the world were running side by side, and I even remember watching both sets of trains coming down the hills at the same time, rushing right towards me. Dragster's profile was mirrored, which puts Ka on the right side, because I remember it having that extra bunny hill like it does.
(For the un-coaster initiated, RCDB has information on both Kingda Ka and Dragster -- they are basically the same coaster. Kingda Ka is installed at SFGANJ, but Dragster is my favorite coaster at my favorite park, Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio. Ahem...um...other things. Yeah.)
So we're walking around and at some point we do decide to ride Dragster, up until that point our only coaster of the day. We ride, I ride with my eyes closed for some reason, which is totally cool because I'm sure my dream world can't keep up with 120MPH of pure AWESOMENESS. (Remember what I said about this coaster? Yeah.) Upon getting off, though, Dylan reminds me we have to be back in NYC at 3 for something job-related for him, and when I tell him it's 3:32, he panics.
He heads back to the train, and I do as well. I don't know if I turn around then, or if I come back to SFGANJ at a later date, but one way or another, I turn tail and find myself back on the train toward Six Flags. If I remember it correctly, I ran into my roommate and one of my other friends at a station labeled 116th Street, which is actually on the 6 local line here in the city. (Another fact: in case you didn't know, I'm kind of obsessed with the six line.) They try to stop me, and I have to run into the station and keep away from them.
For whatever reason, when I'm down in the station, the 5 train is running local as well, but not the 4. But I don't take either the six or the five -- instead, I run down another set of stairs that are labeled with a blue sticker that I think, in my dream, says PATH. The PATH train does go to Jersey, but not as far as Six Flags. Plus, all of these trains are actually going north, to 125th Street in Harlem. (The more I think about it, this PATH lineup more matches the Metro North than anything on the PATH line: although neither stop at 116th Street in Manhattan, the Metro North does stop at 125th.)
I get right on the PATH/Metro North train as the doors close and the train heads north. I end up sitting on the floor as the train pulls out of the tunnel and goes on an elevated track, and then, on a plateau underneath the wide, cloudy sky, I see Six Flags and the two roller coasters, side by side. It makes me think it's a new day because I can see that nobody's at the park yet; in my mind, it was that Friday instead of the Wednesday that Dylan had gone with me. But my dreams are weird like that.
All of this proves one thing: it needs to be onseason yesterday.
Among other things.
So that, among a few extra fun things at like six in the morning, started my day. Before, I was more unsure, but now, I can't help but comment that everything seems more alive.
We'll see, like all things, where this goes.
It's not any secret to anybody that I'm a huge fan of roller coasters. In this dream, I had taken a train out somewhere to Six Flags in New Jersey, probably the biggest park in the New York tri-state area. Nice big park, really nice collection of coasters, ugly little park itself but whatever, I don't go there to have it look pretty.
Of course, parks in my dreams never show up as they're supposed to, and when Dylan (my boyfriend) and I get there we notice they're doing a special promotion to mark the end of the year -- you know, since it's November. O.o It was a Wednesday, and the park closed for the season on Friday.
The special they were running?
They had Kingda Ka running RIGHT SMACK DAB NEXT TO Top Thrill Dragster. As in, the only two stratacoasters in the world were running side by side, and I even remember watching both sets of trains coming down the hills at the same time, rushing right towards me. Dragster's profile was mirrored, which puts Ka on the right side, because I remember it having that extra bunny hill like it does.
(For the un-coaster initiated, RCDB has information on both Kingda Ka and Dragster -- they are basically the same coaster. Kingda Ka is installed at SFGANJ, but Dragster is my favorite coaster at my favorite park, Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio. Ahem...um...other things. Yeah.)
So we're walking around and at some point we do decide to ride Dragster, up until that point our only coaster of the day. We ride, I ride with my eyes closed for some reason, which is totally cool because I'm sure my dream world can't keep up with 120MPH of pure AWESOMENESS. (Remember what I said about this coaster? Yeah.) Upon getting off, though, Dylan reminds me we have to be back in NYC at 3 for something job-related for him, and when I tell him it's 3:32, he panics.
He heads back to the train, and I do as well. I don't know if I turn around then, or if I come back to SFGANJ at a later date, but one way or another, I turn tail and find myself back on the train toward Six Flags. If I remember it correctly, I ran into my roommate and one of my other friends at a station labeled 116th Street, which is actually on the 6 local line here in the city. (Another fact: in case you didn't know, I'm kind of obsessed with the six line.) They try to stop me, and I have to run into the station and keep away from them.
For whatever reason, when I'm down in the station, the 5 train is running local as well, but not the 4. But I don't take either the six or the five -- instead, I run down another set of stairs that are labeled with a blue sticker that I think, in my dream, says PATH. The PATH train does go to Jersey, but not as far as Six Flags. Plus, all of these trains are actually going north, to 125th Street in Harlem. (The more I think about it, this PATH lineup more matches the Metro North than anything on the PATH line: although neither stop at 116th Street in Manhattan, the Metro North does stop at 125th.)
I get right on the PATH/Metro North train as the doors close and the train heads north. I end up sitting on the floor as the train pulls out of the tunnel and goes on an elevated track, and then, on a plateau underneath the wide, cloudy sky, I see Six Flags and the two roller coasters, side by side. It makes me think it's a new day because I can see that nobody's at the park yet; in my mind, it was that Friday instead of the Wednesday that Dylan had gone with me. But my dreams are weird like that.
All of this proves one thing: it needs to be onseason yesterday.
Among other things.
So that, among a few extra fun things at like six in the morning, started my day. Before, I was more unsure, but now, I can't help but comment that everything seems more alive.
We'll see, like all things, where this goes.
