I saw enough dark, spooky elevators in one hospital I did Y2K work at. The hospital had expanded in stages, and wings were added at odd angles, and eventually joined to form a sort-of hollow square. Most elevators were small, and tucked away in odd alcoves off the hallways. The basement was dark and gloomy, and there were other elevators that that had been abandoned, with the openings bricked-up and covered over on the upper floors.
The place was weird in other ways, too. On an upper floor, a proposed operating room would take the entire width of the building, forcing people to walk all the way around the hollow square to get from one side to the other. So, just before the OR, they knocked a hole in the wall on the courtyard side, built a parapet along the wall, and then entered the building again just past the OR. You're walking along, the make this turn, and you're eight floors up with just a handrail and some windows one one side, with brick wall on the other.
I have elevators and escalators in dreams, too. But they're usually super-deluxe models, or totally weird, like split-level elevator cars that also run horizontally, and along the outside surface of the building.
Sometimes my weirdest dreams end too soon for me to make sense of. The other night, I was in some sort of jeep-like vehicle with other guys, driving down a long lane of trees in some sort of semi-arid country. We get out, and sit in grandstands that face a field about the size of a football field, but it's surrounded by a 20-ft-tall chain link fence. There's a few guys walking around in the field, and a couple of things on the ground.
I'm starting to get curious about what's going to happen, when I notice that everyone else is in some sort of military camouflage, and they don't look like nice guys. So what's going to happen on the field, and what am I suppposed to be doing there? That's when the alarm went off.
If the situation had turned dicey, I'm sure my subconscious would have made sure I was heavily armed. Even in my worst nightmares, I manage to come up with enough firepower to at least break even.
...and that's what matters, in the final analysis. :-)
>Dark elevators are spooky.
I saw enough dark, spooky elevators in one hospital I did Y2K work at. The hospital had expanded in stages, and wings were added at odd angles, and eventually joined to form a sort-of hollow square. Most elevators were small, and tucked away in odd alcoves off the hallways. The basement was dark and gloomy, and there were other elevators that that had been abandoned, with the openings bricked-up and covered over on the upper floors.
I've been in some older downtown buildings that were like that. Gives me a creepy feeling, like you're exposed from every direction to something lurking in the dark and behind the walls.
I have elevators and escalators in dreams, too. But they're usually super-deluxe models, or totally weird, like split-level elevator cars that also run horizontally, and along the outside surface of the building.
Haven't had elevators or escalators, but I have a recurring dream about climbing up a very tight winding staircase, and another similar one about discovering a hidden attic in the house which is difficult to reach because the entrance is very narrow. From comparing this type of dream with my sleeping position, I've concluded that for me at least this kind of dream is partly (though not entirely) a biological metaphor for my sleeping posture and my sense of stillness/motion generated by my tossing and turning. For instance, last week I had a dream I couldn't move to the right, and I woke up and found I was sleeping on my right side with my arm under me so that my arm was falling asleep :) I think maybe my staircase dreams are generated by something similar, like maybe the way my body is relaxed while sleeping makes me feel like I'm drifting "up", if that makes sense.
Sometimes my weirdest dreams end too soon for me to make sense of. The other night, I was in some sort of jeep-like vehicle with other guys, driving down a long lane of trees in some sort of semi-arid country. [SNIP] If the situation had turned dicey, I'm sure my subconscious would have made sure I was heavily armed. Even in my worst nightmares, I manage to come up with enough firepower to at least break even.
Interesting. My subconscious usually doesn't provide firearms (that'd be nice, LOL!), but I'll typically go into Kung Fu berserker mode against whatever bad guys happen to show up. It usually works except I notice sometimes if my arm has fallen asleep like I mention above my blows won't be as effective as otherwise, or similarly if I'm turned a certain way my feet will feel heavy so that I can't move as efficiently in the dream. Also I typically find that if it's a human bad guy I will fight them, but if it's some monster like a big shark instead of fighting them my subconscious will help me escape by swimming, floating, flying, etc. Weird how that works, huh?