The Elevator.

It's always a normal day, a normal situation. I make my way towards the steel doors and wait patiently. Sometimes they are intimidating, other times they seem normal, a part of my daily life. As I walk through the doors I am enclosed in the small box, with nowhere to go. My only option is to trust that I will make it to my destination without harm, and that I will accomplish whatever goal is set for the day. I press the button. As I'm rising to the top, to my desired location, the walls around me begin to violently shake and rumble, and I'm scared. From here, one of two things happens. Either the room slowly starts to turn its way upside down, and I'm faced with the scary realization that I'm going to fall into darkness, into oblivion, to my death. OR the box begins to fall rapidly towards the ground, and I understand that the violent impact will be painful, harmful, and the possible reason for my demise.

The Elevator.

The scenario I have described is one that has made its way into my dreams more and more lately. It wasn't until recently that I realized the reoccurance of the elevator in my dream, and the fact that I keep re-living  this horrible experience. What does it mean?

I am me. The elevator is my life. The ascension of the elevator represents the opportunity that I have, and the fact that I make daily decisions to progess in life, be the best I can be, and ultimately reach success, the top. However, before I can safely get to the top, there's the fall. The fall represents the chaos, instability, and lack of control in my life. As I'm trying to reach the top and the success I feel I can work towards, pressure,chaos and lack of control work against me, and cause me to feel discouraged and defeated, crushed.

I found these particular dreams and interpretations very interesting and applicable. It's funny how the mind works, and even when you work to repress and ignore feelings, they fight to make themselves known.

The interesting thing about the dreams, is that even though I fall, and or even though the elevator tips, I don't die, or usually get hurt. It's a terrifying, near death experience, but I always survive. ...the messages the mind sends.

I just have to wonder how many times will I have to face those steel doors in fear, before I safely reach the top.

~af.