My Quest to Catch Those Flying Lights
So yesterday I decided I gotta see that new Disney drone show everyone’s whispering about. Took me forever just to find its actual name: Dreams That Soar. Grabbed my backpack with water and granola bars because theme parks drain you faster than a phone battery.
First mistake? Assuming showtime was same as last week. Nope! Hopped onto Disney’s app while waiting for the tram – damn near dropped my coffee when I saw today’s schedule started 9:15pm sharp. Would’ve missed it if I hadn’t triple-checked.
Got to the park around 7pm thinking I’d grab dinner first. Wrong again! Every damn eatery near the lagoon had lines longer than Space Mountain. Ended up shoving a cold pretzel in my mouth while speed-walking toward the water. Lesson: eat BEFORE entering the park if you want actual food.
Now here’s the crucial bit: WHERE to stand. Saw clusters of people camped out near that big golf ball thing, but felt sketchy. Asked a cast member wiping down benches – lifesaver! Told me to head toward the carousel side for full view. Followed her finger pointing past the souvenir stalls and boom, perfect open sightline to the sky.
Planted my butt on the concrete at 8:40pm. Sweating through my shirt but refusing to move when families started boxing in around me. By 9pm it was shoulder-to-shoulder zombies staring upward. Then suddenly…
Lights cut out. That Disney “magic” music swells. First drone pops like a firefly – then hundreds come alive forming Simba floating over the water. Jaw literally dropped when they made Captain Hook’s ship sail right over our heads! Whole show lasted maybe 15 minutes but felt like 5 seconds.
Big takeaway? Check the damn schedule DAILY and stake your spot EARLY. Also wear deodorant – you’ll thank me later. Worth every blister on my feet though!