Intentions

Date: 12/4/2016

The is dream flows sequentially, each paragraph is part of the whole like a story. Me and my mom were on a floating hotel in the sky. Dude, this floating hotel was gorgeous. All black glass window buildings, the entire thing was made of a huge black glass building. It was built on this huge floating black oval foundation, smooth like metal glass. It was easily the size of sales or counties. It was a bit controversial, being a guest, because the hotel married politics with pleasure. Their entire goal was to, well coerce the human race to their way of thinking, which wasn't a bad stance or anything, even helpful. However their methods involved plots, a type of mind kind control, and physical control of their people. They either were aliens or bred themselves alien assassins 50 years in advance of needing them. They answered to a council of their race, a system which operated the same as them, and had rules. However they even had figured out how to operate outside those rules, break the ones protecting life, and do whatever they wanted. They weren't bad, just Uber controlling. I was there as a guest, with my mom, and her new baby. We were on this really fast train before we got on the floating hotel. We were having fun, maybe on a fast motorcycle as well. And when I say fast i mean, 160 miles a second fast. When at the hotel I was having a time teaching my mother how to take care of her new baby. It was like she didn't really know what to do. I took the baby at times and then so did she. We arrived and she was exhausted, the baby was sleeping most of the dream. The hotel liked to cater to every need you could possibly have. It even automatically change your sheets each night before you went to sleep. It was all about aesthetics too. Everything looked amazing all the time. A woman ran everything, her tawny hair making her very visible. On a Wednesday the ship floated a bit too far from the surface of the planet and when it got too high for some reason it went out of control, started tilting and stuff, but they managed to get it back down to a safe level. I saw the terrorists who did it, come and go, young people fighting the system. A small number. A few more days passed, and the day dawned bright. It was filled with contests and balls and costume parties. One contest was a runway show where those who designed their own dresses wore them for the camera and the vid went shipped all over the world as advert. A lot of these contests failed miserably. We were tired so we didn't participate but watched them on the screen next to the bed. My mother was seriously tired and I put her to bed with the baby at 2 in the afternoon. I hoped the automated bed sheet change would work that early, the system usually urged you to eat dinner before it prepared your bed. She was so tired she stumbled into the bed with the blankets up after I got the baby down, first facing the wrong end baby nestled in her arms, second properly on the pillow except still not covered. When I finally got her in it properly, she refused to let me change the sheets as the system wanted to automatically, I left to watch the parties in person out on the balcony. But then a small explosion caused the hotel ship thing to float off again, untethered to the world. Somehow assassins had snuck back on the ship, and I was out on the balcony alone when it started tiling and rising. It felt even as it went up that it was falling. I sank to crouch on my ankles and held on to a railing, the light had gone out complete, when I saw a ninja in the darkness. Someone dressed in all black with a gun, a silenced one which fired like a machine gun but looked like a handgun. He snuck up so fast and pressed the mussel into my heart and shot once before I noticed, then when it did not kill me immediately shot again, and again, and at least a dozen times. I didn't feel it, just the blood pouring down, and the disbelief he actually shot me. It took a minute for it to register too. I finally realized what was happening, I was shocked that I could ever be shot and I was beginning to lucid dream a bit. I knew something was in my control at least. I grabbed the gun by its mussel and forced it away from shooting me. He kept shooting tho even as I held on to the gun, into my right hand dozens of shots. I could feel the blood pouring but not pain, just blood and shock. Finally the gun was in my hand, and even tho I knew he meant to kill me, and had shot me, and would continue to... I didn't even have the smallest urge to shoot him. He froze at the gun I had pointed at him, but immediately turned dodgey. I could practically hear him thinking of ways to get at me. I was trying to think of something to do to incapacitate him without stepping on his rights so I could focus on the fact I was shot so many times in the heart. I woke up before I could make a decision.