When I can't sleep I dream of WDW. I remember all the places that I love and all the sweet smells that linger.
I walk down main street of Magic Kingdom and see the sight of the Castle and all my childhood memories engulf me. Like riding Small World with my Nana and then listen to her plead when my Geah wanted to ride Space Mountain even though it warned heart patients away. He always rode it anyway.
I visit Epcot and imagine someday of walking the real streets of Italy and France. I remember the first time that Crush talked to audience from the screen, and first time riding Soarin' when the audience all applauded at the conclusion of the ride.
I hit the streets of Hollywood Studios and am transported to a time when Garland and Garbo ruled the screen. My inner actress gets caught up in the music and the pretense of an era gone by.
And Animal Kingdom carries you to other cultures and places. As the imprints of leaves and footprints are left like fossils in the walkways and the smells and sounds take you to far away reaches of Africa and Asia.
And now when I dream of all the wonder of WDW and the magic of my past trips I also get to imagine the fun and excitement of sharing it with friends for the first time. I may never sleep again for all the anticipation that I feel. I hope you are beginning to feel it too.