help from my subconscious

Torts is over. Two done and two to go. Torts was long and intricate. As usual I couldn't tell you how I did.

Also as usual my subconscious is jumping in to help prepare for exams in my dreams. While I appreciate the heroic effort, I think I'd really prefer a solid night's sleep the night before an exam.

Last night was a torts dream, which I suppose I should have expected. I dreamed that I entered Disneyland's Haunted Mansion ride. My sisters and I made my parents take us on that ride like twenty times in a row when we were kids so the details of the ride are pretty much embedded permanently in my consciousness. I bet that if I'm ever senile I'll forget any law I ever knew but will able to tell the kindly nurse caring for me what the singing busts looked like in the Haunted Mansion.

This, however, was no kindly Haunted Mansion ride. I got in the doom buggy as usual, but from there things took a different turn. Instead the doom buggy went top speed through a series of exhibits on torts that included cartoon dioramas of battery and trespass. I think I saw intentional infliction of emotional distress as we whizzed by but I can't remember how that was constructed. The ghostly narrator pointed out all the torts in order.

Faster and faster we went, at one point entering the Matterhorn and going past the Abominable Snowman who was quoting Judge Learned Hand's negligence formula.

And then through a loop, always faster, getting to the point where I was pinned back in the doom buggy by gravity and then slam! The brakes came on and my eyes flew open. There I was, 3:45 a.m., wide awake and thinking about suing Disneyland for negligence in the operation of their doom buggies.

I finally fell back asleep about an hour later. It was not a helpful use of my sleeping time as doom buggies did not appear in any way on my torts exam.