I would not say I necessarily have any re-occurring dreams or nightmares but I definitely have reoccurring themes within them. I could probably go on and on about dreams but it almost always seems like a silly thing to spend time writing about. I mean, the question of what it all means will never really be answered and it’s like a dream itself in that the thoughts about it are fleeting and quickly forgotten.
Every once in a while though I have one that’s so crystal clear that it lingers. Last night (or rather this morning), I had one just before I woke up and it had one of the classic elements that appears frequently in my dreams, which is the inclusion of an elevator. It’s always bad news.
This time I was going for a job interview in a building and the appointment was on the 5th or 6th floor. I made it up to the lobby of that floor just fine but realized a little too late that I had forgotten to put a new top on. That’s right – I was topmess. I’m sitting in the lobby waiting to be introduced to my interviewer holding my arm up to my chest so as not to expose my bare breasts. I was horrified but also apparently equally horrified by the proposition of going back to my car to get my top and being late for the appointment. What? Cuz being late is worse than being topless ??!!
So then the administrative assistant came out into the lobby with the dude I was meeting and he took a look at me and said “we’re done here”. I was mortified. After that I decided to go back to my car to finish getting dressed (thank goodness) and proceeded to think I could somehow explain my way out of the situation.
I went back in the building, now fully clothed, and got on the elevator with the intent of going to the 5th or 6th floor. I spent the rest of the Dream in that elevator. The doors would open and close, People got on with me off agaun, and I even had conversations with them but I never landed on the floor I wanted and never got out.
There was a floor with a gym, which was really cool. It was my gym too so if I were to get a job there, I could join those people every day. I thought about how great of an idea that was, to have a gym in the same building where you work. Another floor was a daycare. Then there were other floors with offices and I People who got on with whom I tried to explain my situation and reasoning I was going to use to explain to mr. Interviewer why I showed up half naked.
They all found the floors they were looking for without any trouble. Finally I was on floor 4 and going up and was sure the next stop was redemption. But the elevator just kept going up, up. The girl next to me said she was going to 22. “Great”, I said.
As we neared that floor the elevator started to sway and I realized for the first time that there was a window to the outside. I’d been in tall buildings before and had felt the sway of the building being up so high. She said “yeah, that happens up here”. Then it got worse.
The building was tipping and bending and I was stuck in the damn elevator staring out at other buildings were were about to collide with. Defying the laws of nature, the building recovered and started swaying back up again. She said, “you get used to that working here”. Then it started to sway back toward the ground and this time I could see the ground rising up and was sure the building was going to snap and I was going to die. That’s when I woke up.
I’ve had nightmares with elevators so often that now when I get on one for real, I’m always expecting something bad to happen. I’m gonna get stuck, or plummet to my death, or have to spend eternity riding up and down. That’s ridiculous but that’s how the brain works.
What does it mean?? Well, of course I don’t know but I felt compelled to write this down as evidence in case something ever DOES happen in the future. 😱