Perhaps it's because I've had the elevators stop on me twice now in the same number of months, but I'm worried I'm starting to get an elevator phobia. I tried looking it up the Greek term for it, but the only thing I've found is Clautophobia. Clautophobia, though, is actually the fear of enclosed spaces. I actually quite enjoy the comfort of being closed up in a shower, or a cardboard box*. My fear is actually more closely related to my fear of heights. I've always said, I'm not afraid of being up high above the ground, I'm afraid of the horrible falling-crashing-smooshing on the ground. I quite enjoyed being at the top of the St. Louis Arch. I really like looking out of my window on the 19th floor at work, too.
I had a nightmare about elevators last night. In part of the dream my elevator dropped. In the other part, there was no roof and wood partitions keeps coming down**. I had to keep looking up to move out of the way or be smooshed.
*I used to like sitting in boxes when I was a kid, not sure why. Of course, so does my daughter... so maybe it's just a kid thing.
**I just realized, there must not have been any floor, either, otherwise where would they have gone? Of course, if there wasn't any floor, where would I have stood? This is why it was only a dream.
I had a nightmare about elevators last night. In part of the dream my elevator dropped. In the other part, there was no roof and wood partitions keeps coming down**. I had to keep looking up to move out of the way or be smooshed.
*I used to like sitting in boxes when I was a kid, not sure why. Of course, so does my daughter... so maybe it's just a kid thing.
**I just realized, there must not have been any floor, either, otherwise where would they have gone? Of course, if there wasn't any floor, where would I have stood? This is why it was only a dream.
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