#2.28.20

i had a dream i got into a boarding group for rise of the resistence even though i was in bed at home nowhere near disney world, let alone orlando. my group number was tattooed onto my hand but it kept changing everytime i looked at it. anytime i saw that number - like on a clock face of address or something - i would get teleported to this physical queue. it was really more of a dark metal holding tank stuffed with other people, all of them dressed in white robes. i was still wearing my pajamas. all the numbers on our hands were different, but it became apparent that no one knew which number they actually had. eventually the top opened like someone twisting off the lid of a jar and two drones flew in. one of them was flashing the current boarding group, but that number kept changing too. the other seemed to randomly find people in the crowd and painfully brand something onto their foreheads before teleporting them out of the tank. or maybe they were being vaporized. the first drone flew over me and on the underside was a bulbous human eye that stared straight at me. it didn't blink because it couldn't. i didn't look away because i couldn't. i blinked first and when i opened my eyes i was back wherever i was before being transported to the queue. this happened three times. the third time, the drone with the eye didn't even bother with me. the other drone snuck up on me and before i knew what i was doing i presented my hand to it. but it wasn't the hand with the boarding number. something hot and metal pressed against my forehead and i could feel the word STRANGER burn itself there.

2/28/20