I found a new place to dwell

24Aug11

Lately I’ve repeatedly dreamed that I have been staying in a luxurious hotel. And I mean luxurious…chandeliers, ancient architecture, way too much service, you get the idea. As I leave the hotel to go to the airport I always find myself disappointed because I spent so much time lazying around my hotel room that I did not even enjoy the hotel, never mind the sites of the place I visited. In another dream I missed the train to the airport. In another my flight got routed all over the place and I ended up landing on a military base and walked out of the plane through some giant emergency exit, though there was no emergency. I always wake up before I truly arrive anywhere.

Last night was a bit different. I was still disappointed with myself because I didn’t feel like I had enjoyed myself like I should have. Only this time, as I was checking out of the hotel, the concierge walked me around for a tour of the amenities. I found this is odd since I was about to leave. Suddenly around the bend he showed me this place I had not noticed before. It was a HUGE indoor pool and cabana area where several bikini clad adults were sitting, talking, splashing, drinking, enjoying themselves. Very vacationy. The concierge said, “There are no children allowed. And we let you drink margaritas in the pool.”

I said, “Well, it’s too bad I am leaving. I will have to visit your hotel again some other time.”

He said, “Actually, since you’ve paid for the all-inclusive package, you can stay for a few extra days at no charge, since you have enjoyed no amenities up to this point. I have already rescheduled your flight and called your supervisor. Join the fun!”

Soon after that I woke up feeling disturbed but I wasn’t quite sure why. I eventually put my finger on what I had forgotten about the dream. You see, oddly, the hotel was not a hotel, but a prison. Your stay was always “extended” because you had “paid for an all-inclusive package” and you still had amenities to enjoy. People held in this constant state of extravagant leisure would at first find it quite pleasant but later become empty torturous shells of who they were.

What do you think this is about?!