Not sure how the nightmare got to this point, but this is what I remember…
there was a group of us in an elevator.
the elevator cage was made of short-walled Plexiglas for the most part, so it was transparent.
we were working in a warehouse of some kind.
that the elevator moved on a both horizontal and vertical path.
I was showing the others how to do something.
I don’t remember what or why.
for some reason, the group of us got out of the lift to let another group use it.
while we were getting out, someone attached a cable to the lift.
to brace or steady it?
we were all out, and the next group was starting to get in.
the cable pulled tight all of a sudden.
the cage was then yanked outside through the warehouse wall.
with one occupant in it.
by a parachute or flag attached to the cable?
the cage was being tossed around with the occupant erratically.
like a broken kite with a long tail.
smashing into the ground then zipping up into the air.
over and over.
I don’t know who the occupant was specifically—no one that I recognize.
we could see him, the occupant, as the wind blew it around us.
sometimes it was up close and then other times it was far away.
when it was up close, we could see that he was limp, being tossed about in the cage.
assumed dead.
everyone was watching outside, in horror, for a period of time.
i remember it getting dusk out during this “show”.
on one of the passes, the occupant was dislodged from the cage onto the building above us.
the force of his ejection caused him to come bouncing down to the ground where we were.
with a squishy, thud sound.
he looked extremely broken.
everyone—myself included—ran away from the scene trying to not be ill.
as I looked back, it appeared he was alive somehow and he was trying to move.
we were running back to him, all of us freaking out.
That’s when my alarm clock went off.
I can still see it vividly in my head. More than I can express in words. And I’m still feeling a little panicky as I write this.
Today should be fun….
Until next time...
The cable represents your mother’s penis.
Sometimes a dream is just a dream!
elevator = cage
person in elevator = your inner child/dreams
yanking cable = the chili you had before bed
Without cb’s snarkiness, I would have to say that the elevator represents your current place in life. The person in the elevator is indeed your inner child, and the yanking cable are circumstances which you feel are beyond your control.
What have I told you about eating curry before going to bed? Have you NOT learned your lesson yet? 😉
Elevator = jail cell
Person in elevator = your id
Yanking cable and smashing-about of the elevator = that no matter what you do to it, you still can’t kill your id – it lives!
sorry i only analyze dreams for cash.
however, you and everybody you know needs to seek therapy immediately.
Please just be thankful you’re not on Chantix, dude, because that dream’s fucked-upedness would get amplified to the power of eleventy. No, really. That shit is insane.
Sometimes “it’s only a dream” is the sole explanation.
You were watching a Michael Bay movie before bed, weren’t you?
@Dead Robot:
I totally agree (not on the mother’s penis part though)… dreams are just dreams. My synapses don’t know when to stop.
I think I was watching South Park. Go figure.
@All:
I think dreams are like Rorschach inkblot tests. Everyone you tell will see where their experiences have taken them in it.
Or… maybe our dreams are actually someone else’s reality that we’re experiencing due to a wireless brain connection?
But thanks for suffering through my nightmare with me. I actually have a few of these in my drafts that I haven’t posted. It’s a cathartic thing usually for me to write it down.
Your dreams are as bad as mine buddy! Its amazing how much detail you remember though. Sometimes I do, most times I don’t! But if I wake up suddenly and start talking about it to Eiain he records me so we both remember the next day lol.
That’s just crazyness! I have nightmares and extremely vivid and crazy dreams on a nightly basis, but mines due to a medication I take. Thought I would get use to it, but that never happened. I’ve even had them cause an anxiety attack of all things.
@Romach:
I have my moments. I usually forget them just as soon as I wake up. The there are extremely vivid ones that I tend to remember for some reason.
@mark:
I don’t think I could handle them every night. How do you do it?