These Dreams

This all came flashing back to me in the car, when I flipped on a radio station playing, "These Dreams" by Heart:

...so, a long, long time ago, in a faraway place, myself and a friend had a photo kiosk set up in the lobby of a ski resort, where we got $5.00 a head for anyone who might want a polaroid picture of themselves sitting atop a massive life size replica unicorn; and no, not just parents with little kiddies wanted their picture taken; everyone from frat boys to newlyweds to your average drunk on a lark lined up to straddle the mythical beast.  Why am I telling you this?  Because right next to the kiosk was an ice skating rink; and at this ice skating rink they played the worst pop songs of the 80's on a loop, over and over, and over: Mr. Mister's "Broken Wings", Heart's "These Dreams", Jefferson Starship's "Sara", and a few more I think I may have blacked out.  But, imagine if you will, sitting on the same uncomfortable director's chair, 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, for three months, listening to "These Dreams", while a steady stream of anonymous strangers climb on and off a life size unicorn.  Yep, you're right: you never see the world the same way again.