Friday, November 5, 2010

Steve the Fish

Elevators seem to be a reoccurring theme in many of my dreams. I was in a hotel with some friends from uni and needed to catch the lift to the 22nd floor, to return 'Steve the Fish' to his tank. Steve was just floating around me, as if immersed in water, although he was struggling to swim into the lift. I was yelling "Steve! Get in the lift, quick!" as paramedics hurriedly wheeled two people in stretchers into the lift. Passengers were laughing at Steve's unconventional name and he was pushed out of the elevator. We proceeded a very shaky and tumultuous ride down to the 22nd floor. When I got out the lift, I found steve hovering around another fish tank. The lift sounded, so I quickly jumped back in (for some unknown reason) just to have another life threatening ride, again to the 22nd floor. Confused when the doors opened, I did not see Steve's tank, but a business centre, where the manager quickly ushered me to the computer suite explaining from the moment he opened the door, I'd have ten minutes to check my hotmail. This dream seemed to go on forever, I was constantly catching lifts trying to find Steve although I don't think I ever saw him again.

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