You actually know all the words to the POTC song. Not just "duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh, Drink up me hearties yo ho!"
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. mycroft16 on Twitter
When you can mouth the recordings on Haunted Mansion perfectly and pretend to be the ghost host to creep your non-Disney-freak-friend out (did that on my last visit when there was no one on HM...sooo funny ).
When you start constantly dreaming about the park.