Neon saint - Dan Schaumann
I had a very interesting experience last night. In the wee hours of the morning, maybe 2 or 3am, my subconscious instilled me with a rather compelling dream. I dreamt I was in an elevator in a tall building - not a modern elevator, but an old-fashioned caged hoist. It wasn't fully caged either. The top half of the cage was completely exposed, not dissimilar to the basket at the top of a cherry picker except slightly larger and connected by rope to an antiquated hydraulic system. A glance upwards revealed the unkempt concrete elevator shaft, extending above me for what seemed like miles. The elevator wasn't working properly. It wouldn't stop in line with the floors I wanted to exit at. Instead, it would stop half way between floors, with an inaccessible closed door above me and another below. It kept moving up, attempting to stop at each floor until it reached the top of the building and I could travel no longer. The lift wouldn't respond and I realised I was trapped in this cage at the top of the shaft, when all of a sudden its brakes gave in and I began falling toward the bottom. It wasn't falling at a dangerous pace - it felt quite steady & controlled - but it was falling nonetheless. Eventually it hit the ground, and at the exact instant it made contact, I jolted awake suddenly and opened my eyes. Then came the interesting bit!
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