Dream #97: Weird Elevator
06.18.2010 § Leave a comment
I’m trying to explain to Nelson that our house chef Donald was not there when he supposed to be. Donald’s taking a nap on Nelson’s bed, which is actually Linus’s, and Linus is in the closet changing or something.
I’m going down the stairs to the basement. At the bottom, a few levels down, it seems I don’t have a choice but to keep going, because these are one-way stairs; I’d either have to climb back up the walls or wait for the elevator at the bottom. And the elevator is really the crazy thing, because it’s the size of a room, and there are all sorts of turquoise objects and straps and tools and litter and chrome and it’s such a mess but also quite post-apocalyptic looking, like it used to function or do something, and there’s this really weird noise when I came in, so disorienting that I can’t even remember where the door had been (and the door isn’t the only thing that moved) it’s oblong, and in the panhandle of the room was a roller coaster seat, all hydraulic and shit, making hissing noises as it lifted up its restraint and lowered it simultaneously with the opening and closing of the door.
And I’m stalking some older ambiguously ethnic lady in her 40’s or 50’s. It’s more for political reasons, though, so probably more like spying. She’s short and still skinny and dresses youthfully, and has some somewhat hideous stomach exposure.