last night I dreamt that I went to "new york", which was inside of Daytona Beach for some reason. I was inside a big building with long hallways and found a room where they were doing a free screening for a currently popular movie.

The movie was a multimedia sci-fi anthology called 30 minutes in the future, and I should've known I was dreaming right then and there, because it had a gratuitously overanimated homage to a scene from Mobile Suit Gundam, but with the genders of the characters switched. The only other parts of the film I remember were also in the mecha genre, with largely queer characters.
The most distinct of these was named 'Plaything of The Dead' or 'pf9' because they were bioengineered to be possessed by ghosts. Presumably, because their faction was running out of manpower, they were devised as a medium to channel the spirits of their ace pilots. The plan was an overwhelming success and resulted in a one-man army that can win even when significantly outnumbered. Which is to say nothing of the damage they can do unimpeded.
They also have a prominent zipper down the vertical axis of their body that allows them to take off and put on masculine and feminine bodies at will, because it's the future and they're so cool. I think I'm a little obsessed with my dream OC just from writing this.
At some point there was an intermission in the film, the lights went up, and people got up to stretch their legs and mingle. And that's when I met Brandon Sanderson. He gave me a napkin with a message and an autograph on it. He said it was because he saw my chosts about him, causing me to faint.
When I woke up, the theater had been closed and locked up for the night with me still inside. I managed to find a girl who was the night cleaner there, but she explained to me that to leave the building, I had to put on the hazardous materials suit hanging on the wall and play a survival horror game.
I think after that I woke up irl.