I had a sort of nightmare, though it didn’t start out as such.
I was on a trip to Walt Disney World. I was there as part of a larger group, but somehow I ended up in a nicer hotel than most of the others and spent most of my time separated from them, as the place is so large and my friends hard to find.
In trying to find the larger group, I found myself in a strangely austere building. I saw President Trump with armed detail escorting him to an elevator. I waited for the next one, as I couldn’t have gotten in that one if I wanted to (and I didn’t). When I got in the elevator, none of the buttons made sense. I knew then that it was some kind of private elevator, with secret levels not meant for public access. I tried to take it to a public floor and get out of there, but I wound up at an underground hospital, specifically a delivery wing for pregnant park guests who had come from Ohio.
Running away from security (I’m neither pregnant nor from Ohio), I got back on the elevator. I pressed a button several times to get out of there, and found the elevator flying high above the building. I saw thousands of other, multicolored elevator cars surrounding a vast courtyard. It was beautiful. I just slowly drifted upward, higher and higher above this strange place, before eventually making it to a giant 3-tiered balcony.
The balcony had several partitions, though I was free to move about them as I pleased, I just couldn’t leave the balcony itself. After a moment, a video recording of Walt Disney himself appeared, explaining I had committed a crime—not a real one I suppose, just a Disney crime—by not only using the private elevator, but abusing it and taking it to too many secret levels I wasn’t to know about, and he sentenced me to life without parole on this balcony. I was allowed visitors, but only immediate family. My mother came to visit once, and did not understand this Disney prison, so I had to explain it to her, thought I did not fully understand it myself.
I tried to escape once, but was run over by a Hummer, which was itself toppled by a Chevrolet while on top of me, crushing me though somehow not causing any serious injury. When I was taken back to the prison, I started a riot. In time, all the prisoners on this cramped balcony prison began stomping in unison, both to try to destabilize the balcony itself and get the attention of the regular park guests. The courtyard below soon flooded with riotous crowds, who joined me and my fellow inmates in chanting quotes from Marx, and the balcony began to collapse. I escaped, as did dozens of others, but Walt Disney and his Disney Secret Police killed the rest, including Bob Oksner and Alex Saviuk.
Escaping into the park proper, we disappeared among the crowds of regular park goers, avoiding any and all elevators, and opting for stairs. I wound up taking the stairs to where a live television variety show was being filmed, but left there without incident. When we were found, we were met surprisingly with celebration. Apparently, Disney had issued a formal apology and promised reparations to the heroes of the prison riots, since popular opinion had shifted in our favor and he needed to save face.
We were paraded around the park, and I continued to quote Marx to the onlooking crowds, hoping to inspire a true revolution as I knew something was wrong.
I was right. After the parades, Walt led some of us down a long staircase. One of my fellow escapees at the front of the line was right next to Walt, and once they had rounded a corner beyond my line of sight, I heard her terrible screams. I ran the other way, back up the steps as fast as I could, and my panic woke me up.