I had another elevator dream last night. In these recurring dreams, the elevator I’m stuck in either soars into the sky, submerges into the earth, or goes sideways into some alternate realm.
I realised I’d forgotten my jacket in some skyscraper’s top-floor restaurant, so I stepped into its bottom-floor elevator to retrieve it. I pulled down on a plane-like lever to increase the speed, because in my dream logic, it would otherwise take ages to ascend that far. I must have pulled a smidgen too hard though, because it shot up at mock speed, sending me into a panic attack.
The floor numbers spun by on this spedometer-like dial, and when I saw it flip over to “0000”, I knew I’d reached floors higher than the building itself. The elevator began spinning like a Tilt-a-Whirl, slamming me against the wall with its centrifugal force.
I began wailing and begged for it to stop. The elevator obeyed by coming to an abrupt halt and opening its doors to reveal a quiet, suburban mall. Muzak echoed from a high ceiling, and people slowly walked by like zombies. I could only see their shadows. As I exited the elevator, I was immediately calm and walked into a grocery store to pick up a few items, one being a Care Bear greeting card. The lighting was bluish, and the store clerks looked sullen and ill.
Useful note: Right before bed last night, I had waaaay too much black licorice while watching World War Z. Before that, I watched Warm Bodies. I have this strange craving for zombie movies lately.
The holidays are now over, and my former colleagues are getting back to work and normal life in 2014. Not me. I’m encountering a life transition that terrifies that insecure part of me….it’s essential that I gather courage wherever I can and not pull the breaks on the momentum that has already begun in my life.
With that, I’m off to the gym to squat myself into confidence.
Happy first “real” day of 2014!