Dreams 16

So I'm at this weird backcountry amusement park with this reporter guy in a suit, and we're at the back by this fake mountain that has a little kid train roller coaster coming out of a little fake mountain tunnel. Right in front of us is a small roller coaster that also looks to be for kids but with no car on it. One corner of it has this really fucked up twist and turn and I point out to reporter guy how it looks impossible for it to be ridden. Then a coaster car is on it and rolling, and when it gets to that corner it flies straight off and crashes into a chain link fence. We go investigate and I say that thankfully no one was riding it at the time, then take a picture of the crashed car for my blog. There's this european guy sitting in another coaster car that is not moving and not on a track, waiting for us to tell him where to go next. He has a dinner napkin tucked into his collar. He gets tired of waiting and just asks me for the park map, so I hand it over and walk to an eatery area where I see my wife and my cousin Jason. We decide to part permanently, and she leaves and I wave goodbye to my cousin and begin to wander aimlessly, kind of sad and kind of numb. The park changes into this low budget mountain resort, and I smoke a cigarette out by the parking lot before going inside. The bar-lounge is this really cheesy diner style spot with a rectangular counter that has paper placemats. The four people already seated shake their heads at me and say that the bartender's not there yet and they're waiting for him. I sit to wait also, and my place setting has a little basket of confectionary cookies, a small glass of orange juice wrapped in plastic, and a little glass bottle labeled "diet coke", also with plastic on top, but with only like a half inch of liquid at the bottom. Good morning.