This Has Happened Before...
I had another dream last night that I just had to write down. I don't normally dream about my friends, but this dream was different. I was surrounded by a bunch of people that I knew in High School back in Horsehead (by the way, somebody from my high school contacted me after seeing the video I did with Katie). I can't really make much sense of it. I guess some of us were getting together, and as well all amassed at the place where we were supposed to be meeting, but we needed to get downstairs. Once downstairs, there was lots of fun to be had in some sort of field.
Everybody decided to go downstairs using the elevator, and it was a huge elevator because at least fifty people fit inside. The only problem with using the elevator was that it happened to be broken; it went from the tenth floor to the second floor, but never the bottom floor, which is where we had to be. I blinked, and then I was the only person in the elevator. Everybody made it to the field at the bottom of the building, but I was determined not to leave before the elevator was working. I finally was able to visit the ground floor, and as the doors opened, I woke up.
I think I've had a similar dream before, but I can't remember if it was earlier in the night, or a few weeks ago. If my class ever gets around to organizing our ten year reunion, I guess I'll have a really good story should I need to kill any conversations.
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I have elevator dreams a lot. They involve me being in an elevator and it starts free-falling so that the force makes me lift off the floor and rise to the ceiling. I don't mind those, because it's like a drop ride at an amusement park. A tickle-the-belly kind of thrill, if you will.
Speaking of killing conversations...at my five year high school reunion this guy told me he had a dream about me in high school that involved a mickey mouse hat. I stopped it there, and never heard the rest of it.
So you know, there's that.
I got stuck in the elevator at work on Friday. 6:30 on Friday. I was alone. I hit the alarm button and no noise, picked up the phone and no dial tone. My cell phone - no bars. Just when I started to think about getting anxious I heard someone yellin from outside and then about 15 minutes later I saw a crowbar sticking in the doors. They got me out - and I was on the first floor so it was ok. But it was still a little nerve wracking. Um... not sure why I shared that.
Well, at least you put some clothes on this time...