Can I join the pitty-fest too? Here is my bad dream. It was a while back, but I remember it vividly:
Disney was holding a celebration of the Little Mermaid in a building no bigger than a standard High School auditorium. They were showing many clips from the movie, which were projected onto a wall of water (anyone who has seen the stage show at WDW knows what I mean). I walk into the building, but I don't sit down, I just stand in the back and watch. I glance over my shoulder, and there he is, the man who did Cantus's voice. It wasn't Jim though, which I think let me know it was a dream sort of. He was sitting by the door, like where a ticket-taker would be. I went up to him, and just froze. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, nothing. Finally I ran and got a sheet of paper, and wrote on it "You are my god," but by the time I got back to give it to him, he was gone. I looked towards the isle, and saw his sitting down and watching the wall of water. I said to someone else near him "I need to talk to that man," but he told me to just sit and watch the movie. I watched, and it was clips of the man singing as Cantus, recording music for Fraggle Rock. I started crying. I looked to where he was sitting after the clips were over. He had stood up, and looked like he was going to leave. I ran to him, but I still couldn't speak. I tried to give him the note. He refused it. He said to me this: "I really don't want that, son. Please leave me now." And with that, he walked out of the auditorium. I fell to my knees, ripped up the note, and just wept openly, and quite loudly at that. Than thank god, I woke up.
Jeeze...
bad dreams, gotta hate em.
-Matt