12-08

I had the best dream last night ever. I was at some event, I don’t know what it was, it must have been some like giant exhibition or something, whatever it was, there were hundreds upon hundreds of us, all in this hotel, and this hotel was just huge. I mean, absurdly huge. This hotel must have had hundreds of floors, because each elevator lobby had like 6 or 7 elevators, most of which had special service to only certain portions of the hotel.
So I’m at this hotel, and I’m wandering around, I have to go to the 26th floor. Now, I’m working for Nova still, and apparently this exhibition is being held in the same building as where I need to go for some work related purpose. So I’m walking into the building, from the bottom floor, which is covered and essentially underground, wearing my suit, and I go to get in the elevator when I see just this amazingly beautiful girl. Of course, being a dream, I recognized her somehow, and I think we just kinda looked at each other and walked on by.
So I’m walking through this building, strutting around all confidently because I’m in a suit and the rest of these people are pretty much in street clothes, and they’re all pretty young, it seems as if most of these people are about my age. I see some more people I recognize and say hello, and get onto the elevator to go up to the 26th floor. As I get onto the elevator, I see that the girl from before is in it, and as the door shuts we get to talking. We of course get a long really well, and have a great time talking, and we both get off on the 26th floor.
All of a sudden I turn around for whatever reason and when I turn back around of course she’s halfway out of sight. So then the chase is on. I’m trying to keep sight of her while making my way through all these people who are chilling in these lobbies, people that I know from high school or college, standing around, and I’m not having the best luck with it. I get on an elevator and rush to hit the 25 button, but instead hit some absurdly high number, what with it being a dream of course. This elevator takes off, I mean takes off, and I’m looking at the people in the elevator telling them how much I hate elevators in such large buildings, while I essentially huddle in the corner expecting to fall to my doom. Which is weird, cause elevators don’t really bother me at all.
Anyway I get off at some stupid high floor and try to get onto another elevator that is going down, but when I do, I realize that it’s a special service elevator and only goes as far down as the 35th floor. So I take it down and get off there, and look for another one that actually goes down. I found one finally at the end of the elevators, and when I opened it, I realized why there was only one. This elevator must have gone back like 25 feet, and was stadium stepped, with handrails, so you could sit down, and there was room for easily 40 or so people in there. But, being the only one needing to go down, I had the thing to myself and sat down grasping the rails firmly and waited to arrive at the 25th floor.
As soon as the door opened, I walked out to see that the floor was a lobby type floor that actually extended down another floor or so, in an open kind of area. So I started to run to my right, towards the stairs and saw what must have been the wake of this girl, there were guys standing around left and right that had either been shot down or trying to think of something more clever. So I continue to run, and as I get to the stairwell I see guys actually leaping towards someone, and missing. At this point even in dream mode I’m laughing to myself how absurd this is. I must have caught on mentally, cause when I got to the bottom of the stairs, and was going around a corner, I saw her and her friend walking together. I stopped when I saw her, and she smiled at me. She said, “You know what? I already know you. I’m the new girl, I met you the other day. I was with Lauren.” (Referring to Lauren B. I went to high school with, which was actually Erica in the dream, but anyway). We smiled, I said I’d see her around then, and we walked off. At this point my dream becomes too cheesy for words.
Needless to say I was elated, and the rest of my walk back to the elevator wherever it was, was more or less me smiling and trying not to scream. I was moving pretty fast, and I think I was actually on some sort of magic happy rollerskates or something, cause whenever I passed someone I would spin around them in this elaborate flashy manner, which of course roused awe and admiration from those around me. I got to the elevator, pressed the up button, and opened my eyes.
The girl looked suspiciously like Melissa N. who I met in Italy last summer, I don’t know how that factors in. I also don’t know why I was in a building with everyone I went to high school with. But oh well. I woke up feeling as happy as I was in the dream, so it was worth writing down for that reason alone.