i dream often of being in the elevator, and arriving on floors that i did not intend on getting off. i remember once that i had gone straight down, deep down beneath the earth into a basement floor, where i had stepped into somesort of a bar (instead of, i think, a bathhouse)of florescent black and pink, with people who felt not unlike Devils.
another elevator dream, just yesterday, i was trying to reach my apartement on the 29th floor, frustrated by someone, but instead with a group of people inside, the elevator led us to the 100th floor, apparently a floor we were not supposed to see.
there on the 100th floor, some sort of a demonic cult resided, and a few of them saw us in the elevator before we could force ourselves down the shaft again. and then someone, i think we called her Helen, had dissapeared right there in the elevator, and we had believed the members of the cult had taken her. and then i had reported this to my supervisor (don't ask) while i had sensed someone listening behind the windows...
elevator dreams. i always wonder how they end.
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