Break it down.

I have a re-occuring dream that I don't understand. It's not the normal "falling off a cliff" or "going to school naked". It's not even the one where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you. I wish.



I'm in an elevator in a really tall building. Sometimes I'm by myself, sometimes I'm with other people. This last time I was with this guy from high school who had a big-ass tribal armband tattoo and chewed tobacco. IN HIGH SCHOOL. Gross. He was a wrestler and he thought he was tough. You know the type. Anyway I haven't seen him in like 10 years, and he shows up in my elevator dream. So we're in this elevator, and it starts going up. And up. AND UP. Soon this box on a cable is rocketing towards the top of the building, and I'm crazy insanely scared. And it's not that I'm scared the cable will break and we'll go plummeting to our deaths 100 stories below. I'm afraid the elevator will be going so fast, it won't be able to stop and will just shoot right out of the top of the building, and keep going. And not in a cool "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator" kind of way. It would keep going until gravity took over, then it would crash back down to the building and kill us all in a disgusting, showy way that would be most unbecoming.

I don't get it and it pisses me off.