Dream Journal
Two friends and I were stayign on the third floor of a hotel. We knew people who were staying on the tenth floor. We took an elevator that only went up to floor 4, while the people we knew took the elevator in the tower. In the lobby, we said goodbye to each other as we went opposite ways to our respective elevators.
Two older women got on our elevator; they were going to floor 2. The bottom of the elevator swung a little bit, and I felt dizzy. I asked if anyone else felt it, but no one did. Then all of a sudden the elevator walls went clear and we could see outside over the side lawn, which was covered in snow.
The elevator was traveling above the yard, as if it was taking us on a tour of the property. I leaned out and could see a cable high above us that the elevator was travailing along.
We came around a huge wooden play set, but the elevator wasn’t lined up right and instead of passing between two close posts, it hit one rather hard. My friend Jessica jumped out of the elevator and ran to the hotel building. I got out and guided it around the post, but when I got back in, the elevator hit something else. We got out of the elevator and went back to the hotel.
The door we entered in was near the bar. I asked the bartender to speak to the hotel manager. As I waited for the manager to arrive, I tried to make small talk with the people standing at the bar. The older man standing to my right thought I was flirting with him: he had had quite a bit to drink already.
I turned to leave and saw the manager, a tall skinny woman in her late 40s, smoking a pencil cigarette holder with a fur around her neck. she hardly listened when I told her about the malfunctioning elevator. She stared out into the lobby and mostly ignored me.
Themes: Hotel