Snore Symphony, Disappearing Dream Carnival (in 100 words)

At 10pm, Disneyland sings its symphony of snores - the music of this purgatory been waking and working. You are also bound to catch the smell of somebody else’s feet. You are also bound to smell whatever the previous occupant’s clothes and body left in the uniform pillows and blankets. You can’t bring any personal mattresses or comforters in. Disneyland makes all it’s 30 customer service agents sleeping at the same time, look like batteries being recharged. I remember the first time I saw everyone sleeping altogether – amazing, and awful, imagining it as a lightless carnival of quickly disappearing dreams.