Last night

I dreamt of vampires.
I was in a hotel with a family of vampires, a father with graying hair, a son who was actually Cristian Bale, and a young girl.
The young girl was dying and as the father and I took the elevator down to the lobby, he was telling me how he never had the time to teach her anything. He said he was always too busy.
When we got to the lobby, which was grandiose and had gold pillars and tiles, we found out that a man named Mac had been killed in the bathroom. The father knew it was his son who had done it but didn't seem too bothered by it. I didn't seem too bothered by it either. I'm not sure why I was there. It almost feels like I was shadowing this family as research for an article or something.
The daughter and some other people were outside and as the father stepped out the front doors to say goodbye, he changed into an old woman.

Then I woke up.