Today, I was deep in thought when I got on the elevator. It was a freight elevator, where the inner doors close before outer doors do. Therefore, there can be quite a few moments after entering the thing before one’s trip begins.
I apparently forgot where I was going, because in my mind, I believed I was going up.
Then the elevator dropped to go down.
Scared the hell out of me.
I have a few recurring nightmares. One that is particularly persistent is about me being in a super high-rise in an elevator that is out of control and plummeting downward (sometimes it goes sideways for a while, but dreams are weird that way).