When people sleeps, they usually dreams. Sometimes the dreams can be really busy, like a film edited badly, jumping from one scene to another, totally unrelated.
Some dreams are sweet, some are nightmares, some are just simply freaky.
Most of the time people always hopes (or begs) for their dream to come true, but apparently it’s always the bad ones happen.
Otherwise why would people say “it’s people’s worst nightmare, and it has happened”?
Unfortunately, one of my dreams came true. The dream I’m talking about, is not one of those dreams that you had in your childhood, like becoming famous or whatsoever. It’s one of the recurring dream that I usually had that became real.
I was in an elevator, and the elevator just keep going upward, breaking the roof, keeps going up reaching the skies, and still won’t stop.
For whatever reason this developed and became a routine since I was little. Of course it hasn’t happened since last year, but it became reality Monday night.
I was waiting for the elevator in my apartment for at least 5 minutes. Then a woman came out, she told me “I got stuck in this elevator because it went up and down for 6 times.” I acknowledge that and still took it anyways because the elevator sometimes went nuts. I live on the 2nd floor and trying to get to basement, the elevator sometimes would go up first and then go down for no reason. I assume that was going to be the case again, but an “extended” version, so I went in anyways.
For the next 8 minutes, the dream came true. It wasn’t really like “the longest 8 minutes of my life”, because I’ve been warned, and I was semi-prepared for it. When the freakiest dream turn to reality, strange thoughts came out initially:
“Thank goodness I stopped at Subway otherwise I’d be starved to death”
“wow, my dream come true”
I tried to press all the floor buttons (goes up to 3rd floor only), and the elevator won’t open the door. It kept going up and down motion. Then, my thoughts turned to:
“I should’ve tweeted this when I had wi-fi signal earlier”
“Thanks to shit&t, I’m unable to call out”
“So this is how people die, and possibly without getting noticed” (referring to people dying in elevator due to lack of fresh air, or people gets mentally insane for being claustrophobic)
In the elevator, there’s an emergency button. Ordinary people would’ve pressed it right away. I debated it. I didn’t see any speaker phone, so how am I going to talk and ask for help anyways?
At the end the elevator stopped and door opened in the first floor. 8 minutes after. safely.
I walked out, and told myself, boy that was hell of a ride. I wasn’t paranoid.
Right now, there are few thoughts in my mind.
I think someone out there who dislikes me will think “I deserve this”.
That was quite an interesting dream that came true, but I don’t think I will want it to happen again.
If it happens again next time, I need to be accompanied by some guy who is really good looking or hot, or perhaps my crush. All the erotic stories you read involving trapped in an elevator would’ve made the dream thousands time better. At least when you write a blog post like this, it makes it more interesting.
