Dreams.

I had a strange dream today. I was an old captain of a huge, enormous airship. The ship was home to all sorts of passengers, each with their own job, forming different groups – basically, a society. Sometimes we would land somewhere to refuel, replenish our water or food supplies; sometimes we would land, and there would be some incomprehensible "exercises," during which I would walk around, observing the passengers engaged in some nonsense and monitoring their progress. Sometimes I would just walk around the ship and talk to someone, resolving issues between crew members. Of course, everyone knew me, and if they didn't love me, they at least respected me. Besides the many minor acquaintances, I had four main people in my life. One was a rather plump bureaucrat, not very pleasant, but competent and not crossing the line. The second was my assistant; I don't remember what he looked like or what he did. The third and fourth were "people from the opposition." I don't remember their names because, strangely enough, they didn't really stand out, but one was "Detective L," the one on Gilford's avatar, and I don't remember the other at all, neither his name nor his appearance, seriously. They were always up to some shady business. One day, one of the crew members had a major problem, and I, the old man, gave up my old kidney so that the crew member would survive. I didn't receive much gratitude, but I didn't expect it; I did what was natural. And after some time, my heart started to fail, and I died. And as I was dying, many crew members were in my cabin, all had removed their hats, observing a moment of silence, and performing other rituals. And two of the opposition stood there with a neutral, bored expression, and L folded his arms on his chest, looking at the ceiling. And just as I was losing consciousness, we suddenly realized one thing – besides me, no one could pilot the airship: neither my assistant nor anyone else. And the flight could last for many years. There probably should be some moral to this, but it's just a dream. Most likely, there isn't one – everyone's screwed.