I’m in Maine at a small rustic cabin. It’s almost 3am, but I just woke from a dream I have to write down:

I was living in some sort of dorm, and on the tv the programming was interrupted by a news broadcast that was playing an important taped speech by Queen Elizabeth. It was weird, because at first it was the wrong tape of some actor, then it was the right tape but her face was distorted. The newscaster apologized for technical difficulties, and then the tape ran fine. Elizabeth was saying that she was stepping down, and it wasn’t clear why, but I could tell it was something scandalous. I then realized that I was near the British Embassy, so I ran out the door, out of the dormitory, and made my way across town to the alley behind the embassy. I then started grabbing little marble-sized drones out of the air as they started coming into the alley. I collected several of them, and couldn’t hold any more, so I started heading home. It then struck me that each of those drones had a camera and gps, and I had just gotten myself into some serious shit. I ran into a new housing construction site, tossed the drones at the dirt, and ran away. I took a long route back to the dorm, making sure I wasn’t followed. When I got back, I ran up to my suite. I made an excuse when my roommates asked me where I went, and went to my room. When I went in, I stopped when I realized someone was in my bed. A woman then said “hello”, and I woke up, my heart racing.