Holy freaking elevator dreams. Everywhere I went in my odd string of dreams last night required some death defying elevator rides. I looked it up and according to the dream editor of a site dedicated to women, "Rising in an elevator may indicate feelings of progress or an ascent that is unencumbered. Since elevators are machines that move with practically no effort on our part (other than pressing a button) the progress being made may feel relatively easy. This progress may be physical, mental, or spiritual." I don't know about all that. Especially because the majority of the elevators I was in were just barely functioning.
July 14 -
I'm in New York City for a conference. Oddly, I'm sharing this very large guestroom with my sister who is out and about. It's late and I'm to meet a female coworker for a late drink down at the lobby bar. As I'm getting ready to head out, I suddenly come into the possession of a pet squirrel. He had a name, like Rodney or something, but I can't remember. This thing is a huge pain in the ass. He's completely unruly but for the most part understands commands much like a dog would. I have to leave him in the room, my sister isn't back yet and she's not going to like this, and the girl I'm meeting keeps calling because she's ready to go. I have her over to the room to meet the squirrel. Not sure who the girl was, but she's very attractive. Right about that time my sister gets back and there's this awkward exchange of looks between the three of us. I tell her about the squirrel and she flips. The drinking companion rolls out and me and my sister try to deal with this unruly squirrel. I had to roll out, so I left.
I can't find this bar. Next thing I know, I'm all over Manhattan looking for this bar and it's just not happening. Each building I go in requires a ride in a rickety old elevator with half the buttons broken, doors that won't close, etc. I spent the remainder of the dream having very odd run-in's with New Yorkers. I wish I could remember a few of them.
July 14 -
I'm in New York City for a conference. Oddly, I'm sharing this very large guestroom with my sister who is out and about. It's late and I'm to meet a female coworker for a late drink down at the lobby bar. As I'm getting ready to head out, I suddenly come into the possession of a pet squirrel. He had a name, like Rodney or something, but I can't remember. This thing is a huge pain in the ass. He's completely unruly but for the most part understands commands much like a dog would. I have to leave him in the room, my sister isn't back yet and she's not going to like this, and the girl I'm meeting keeps calling because she's ready to go. I have her over to the room to meet the squirrel. Not sure who the girl was, but she's very attractive. Right about that time my sister gets back and there's this awkward exchange of looks between the three of us. I tell her about the squirrel and she flips. The drinking companion rolls out and me and my sister try to deal with this unruly squirrel. I had to roll out, so I left.
I can't find this bar. Next thing I know, I'm all over Manhattan looking for this bar and it's just not happening. Each building I go in requires a ride in a rickety old elevator with half the buttons broken, doors that won't close, etc. I spent the remainder of the dream having very odd run-in's with New Yorkers. I wish I could remember a few of them.
July 14 -
It's Thanksgiving and the family dinner I'm going to is on the 60th floor of some really old NYC building. The elevator is so small that it barley fits two people. If you've ever been to the St. Louis Arch and rode to the top, it was like that, except it had the extra added bonus of being on the outside of the building with old glass windows that rattled as it jerked along the outside of the building. I'm terrified to be in this thing. It's stopping and starting and you can hear things creaking and cracking. About half way up the thing turns into a Wonkavator and cuts through the inside of the building. Random stop - there's a swimming pool, outside, that goes around the perimeter of the building. It's like an infinity pool, except over the edge is about 30 floors down. Hundreds of kids in there, strange. Back to the wonkevator and I head out the other side of the building to take on the next 30 floors just like the first 30. I recall being claustrophobic, sweating like a dancing mule, and otherwise just barely able to hold my shit together. I finally get up there and I'm on the wrong floor which requires me to go all the way to the bottom and try again. Repeat this for about three hours and that was my night - with some variations of terror each time, of course, one of which had birds smashing into the glass, beaks half through the glass a la Alfred Hitchcock style.
It's Thanksgiving and the family dinner I'm going to is on the 60th floor of some really old NYC building. The elevator is so small that it barley fits two people. If you've ever been to the St. Louis Arch and rode to the top, it was like that, except it had the extra added bonus of being on the outside of the building with old glass windows that rattled as it jerked along the outside of the building. I'm terrified to be in this thing. It's stopping and starting and you can hear things creaking and cracking. About half way up the thing turns into a Wonkavator and cuts through the inside of the building. Random stop - there's a swimming pool, outside, that goes around the perimeter of the building. It's like an infinity pool, except over the edge is about 30 floors down. Hundreds of kids in there, strange. Back to the wonkevator and I head out the other side of the building to take on the next 30 floors just like the first 30. I recall being claustrophobic, sweating like a dancing mule, and otherwise just barely able to hold my shit together. I finally get up there and I'm on the wrong floor which requires me to go all the way to the bottom and try again. Repeat this for about three hours and that was my night - with some variations of terror each time, of course, one of which had birds smashing into the glass, beaks half through the glass a la Alfred Hitchcock style.
Thats crazy. How often are you having them?
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