UPDATE OF OMG GAH *SHUDDER*
Sep. 22nd, 2006 04:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_n_impDay of Dreams, yo. I took a nap before I went to Newman Club and had another dream, only this one was one of this disconcerting sorts.
As you know, I live on the 25th floor, and in my dream I was trying to take the elevator down, but it was like, move in day and there was a family from Ohio waiting as well. Imagine the most touristy family visiting Manhattan EVER. That was them.
So we get on the elevator, but it's all fucked up--there are these switches where the floor buttons should be and on the other panel is a lever. This is so fucked up I try to get off but the fucking family from Ohio block my escape and the doors close. The mother then goes "oh, what does this do?" and reaches for the lever.
Of course, I yell "NO YOU STUPID CUNT!" but it's too late.
Imagine the old school elevators with the levers, where if you push forward=up, push back=down. The dorm on 7th st has an elevator like that. Well, pretty much, you have to stop the elevator manually when you get to your floor. So this elevator SHOOTS up, like, 'holy shit we're going to shoot through the ceiling a la Willy Wonka' fast, when the woman pulls the lever back.
The elevator shudders, there's an electrical sparkage, and suddenly the elevator is falling 30 floors. Only this ISN'T the Disney ride Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, and we ARE GOING TO DIE. And in my last few moments, all I can think of is all the elevator myths the Mythbusters have busted, this is a stupid way to die, I'm really going to die, and god, that fucking CUNT.
This is when I wake up.
But yea, how many can say they had a dream where they suffered death by tourist?
AAAAAAAAAND...UPDATE.
And last night, I was a civil war hooker in Lower Mahattan. O_o
As you know, I live on the 25th floor, and in my dream I was trying to take the elevator down, but it was like, move in day and there was a family from Ohio waiting as well. Imagine the most touristy family visiting Manhattan EVER. That was them.
So we get on the elevator, but it's all fucked up--there are these switches where the floor buttons should be and on the other panel is a lever. This is so fucked up I try to get off but the fucking family from Ohio block my escape and the doors close. The mother then goes "oh, what does this do?" and reaches for the lever.
Of course, I yell "NO YOU STUPID CUNT!" but it's too late.
Imagine the old school elevators with the levers, where if you push forward=up, push back=down. The dorm on 7th st has an elevator like that. Well, pretty much, you have to stop the elevator manually when you get to your floor. So this elevator SHOOTS up, like, 'holy shit we're going to shoot through the ceiling a la Willy Wonka' fast, when the woman pulls the lever back.
The elevator shudders, there's an electrical sparkage, and suddenly the elevator is falling 30 floors. Only this ISN'T the Disney ride Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, and we ARE GOING TO DIE. And in my last few moments, all I can think of is all the elevator myths the Mythbusters have busted, this is a stupid way to die, I'm really going to die, and god, that fucking CUNT.
This is when I wake up.
But yea, how many can say they had a dream where they suffered death by tourist?
AAAAAAAAAND...UPDATE.
And last night, I was a civil war hooker in Lower Mahattan. O_o
