I’ve got a reoccurring theme in my dreams about elevators. Usually, it’s some kind of physics or geometry defying thing where the whole thing turns on its side and spins or it goes sideways or the doors open on a floor in a different building.
You know, the usual.
I was telling Jim about one such dream and – being a counselor – he tried to help me understand what the dream means.
“Imagine that I’ve just woken up from a coma and can’t remember anything,” he said. “How would you describe an elevator to me?”
I thought about it for a moment, then replied:
“An elevator is cubical metal box with horizontally opening doors that transports people and materials vertically through a multi-story structure using a system of cables and pulleys,”
He glanced over at me (he was driving at the time) and shook his head.
“I have no idea what your dream meant,” he said, “But if I really did wake up from a coma and had no memory, I’d want you to explain everything to me,”
I laughed out loud.
“That’s awesome,” I told him, “Because that’s exactly how I see myself,”
There’s a dose of ego there, to be sure, but I really can explain a lot of stuff. And even if I don’t have all the answers, I do a fair job of mixing conjecture, patterns, and bullshit into an impressive melange.
BAM! Vocab word!
Unfortunately, it makes me immune to dream analysis in any useful way. A little later I got out my phone and asked for “Dream Dictionary: elevators”, but Jim stopped me before I got too far – those sites are far too general to be useful.
So, if you ever need anything explained – especially if you wake up from a coma with no memory of anything- let me know and I’ll be happy to help. Me and Clarissa.
Just don’t ask me what my dream means – I got nothing there. 🙂
Oh, and the other night I had a dream I was fighting Dracula in Hawaii while wearing a bed-sheet like a cape. He transformed into a duck-billed platypus to escape, but I grabbed him by the tail and dragged him into the sun – where he exploded into dust. I was trying to gather up the remains into large McDonald’s cups to bury separately (to keep him from coming back), when I woke up.