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Tail end of a dream about revisiting the old student center at my university, seeing people I knew on staff from twenty years ago who almost recognized me, and then wandering down the stairs holding a balloon full of NO2 in my hand. I walked around to where the conference rooms are in real life, but in the dream were strange, white walled dorms. As I walked up to the room I used to live in (?) I took the hit of nitrous. I didn't go in, but instead found my way to a glass walled elevator with the very hip looking janitor and his young son (I think someone else magically appeared with me, but it's vague, sort of in dream/out of dream).
As we hit the up button, the elevator was suddenly not in the shaft, and the janitor/not janitor told me with a smile that I was in the Great Glass Elevator. "Anywhere you want to go," he said. As it began to ascend, I got very frightened of the height, and squeezed my eyes shut and huddled on the floor, repeating "Over, not up. Over, not up" in my head.
When we came to a stop, I could see open grass, like pastureland maybe, a pretty peaceful farm/natural setting. My mystery co-traveler smiled down at me, and the janitor/not-janitor and his son seemed pleased. There were small mammals (puppies or baby goats maybe?) looking curiously at us. As the door opened, I stretched out my right arm onto the sunny grass and wept from something adjacent to loss, seemingly extracontextual.
As we hit the up button, the elevator was suddenly not in the shaft, and the janitor/not janitor told me with a smile that I was in the Great Glass Elevator. "Anywhere you want to go," he said. As it began to ascend, I got very frightened of the height, and squeezed my eyes shut and huddled on the floor, repeating "Over, not up. Over, not up" in my head.
When we came to a stop, I could see open grass, like pastureland maybe, a pretty peaceful farm/natural setting. My mystery co-traveler smiled down at me, and the janitor/not-janitor and his son seemed pleased. There were small mammals (puppies or baby goats maybe?) looking curiously at us. As the door opened, I stretched out my right arm onto the sunny grass and wept from something adjacent to loss, seemingly extracontextual.
