I was leaving my cousin’s house who just so happens to live up on like 125th or 135th street. I was there because it seemed to be some kind of family event where literally everyone was there, including my grandmother. And she’d made all the food, well most of the food, along with my aunts. But the gathering was at my cousin Jackie’s apartment in an upscale condo with floor to ceiling windows. Food was all over ever countertop, kind of like the last Christmas holiday dinner we just had. It seems two things, this gathering was taking place in the middle of the day during the week, because I had to leave early to get to school for a class that I was taking; and also that someone had had a baby in recent months because before I left the apartment, there I was on the floor playing with a baby boy around 9 months old, and I ended up putting him to sleep. I remember thinking that whoever was watching would think I would one day be a good mother because I put him to sleep so easily. But I was holding him, I think, and when I went to take him to my Aunt Jessie, who was his Nana, he started to wake back up… inconsequential detail, but I remember that. So after I hand the baby over, I start making my plate to go and Mommae is making sure I get yams and greens and the stuff she knows I like. And my uncle is like, “You’re taking all that heavy stuff??” and saying things that would discourage me from taking it, but I definitely wanted all of that food. So I comment as I’m leaving that I hope I make it to the 4/5 train so that I can get down to my transfer and make it to campus, but I can’t tell where that transfer was supposed to take place or where the campus is actually located from my dream. I ended up saying something to my uncle like, “Yeah, I hope I make it with all of this food I’m trying to take out,” and I think I was hoping he’d offer a ride, but he didn’t.
I end up leaving the apartment and walking down the hallway to where the elevator and fire-escape doors to the stairwell are. I definitely had a first mind to just go down the stairs and I even cracked the door open, but I was sure if an alarm would go off, causing problems, or if I would get into the stairwell and have problems getting out of it if the other door was locked when I got to the ground level. I always seem to have these kinds of apprehensions when contemplating using stairwells in buildings I’m unfamiliar with, although the stairs are supposed to be the safest way to move from floor to floor. Anyway, there are three elevators, and when I decided not to take the stairs I saw that one of the three was close to the floor I was on, so when I pressed the button, the doors opened immediately. I thought, “Great! I’ll get down to the first level and out of the door faster than if I’d taken the stairs.” And that, I did….
I stepped into the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, it started to descend more quickly than any lift I’d ever been in. It was moving down the floors too fast to stop at the ground level, so I did not know what to expect when I go there, and I was the only person in the elevator. When it got to the 1st floor, the elevator shaft doors opened up, but the elevator neither stopped nor opened the doors so that I could exit. It kept going! Out of the elevator shaft, through the lobby and out of the front door of the building; the daggone elevator, with me in it, turned into some kind of forward moving vehicle with its own mode of operating. Folks in the lobby were jumping out of the way while the thing was headed toward the door, and once it was out of the building, all I could do was watch it take me down 9th Avenue. So, the elevator is full speed ahead, while not communicating any reason why it’s kidnapped me, and I can see that we’re headed down the street, because it’s an all glass elevator, but I can hardly fathom why I would be in this predicament. This thing is really taking me for a ride! But this precarious joyride the elevator decided to take felt like it was going to cause me my life. So this thing is accelerating forward through traffic and heavy intersections, but manages to miss any moving vehicles or pedestrians, until it decides to head straight for a bus that is letting passengers off. Now, for some unknown reason, the doors to let passengers on and off are on the traffic-side of the bus, instead of facing the sidewalk, so now you have about twenty commuters milling about trying to get on and off the bus, and here’s this demented contraption that’s got them as a target, and me trapped inside. So at the point where I realize this elevator is headed for them, and there’s nothing I can do about it, I laid flat on the floor and braced myself for the collision. And it did bulldoze through the people, who went flying like bowling pins, but it didn’t collide into the bus. But then, it still keeps going down the street, leaving a trail of victims. So, then, it’s advancing down the street and ends up turning left into this mini-market mall kind of parking lot (clearly, not something you see in NYC) and bo-gaurding into things, but I’m still laying flat on the floor, and therefore, not being thrown around or getting hurt.
So, finally, I see, literally, a window of opportunity, because I notice a window pane in the front is missing. I don’t know if it crashed out or it was always missing, but it’s no longer there and I see it as an option for escape. Somehow my bag strap has become wrapped around something that is preventing me from me from grabbing it and getting the heck out of there, so I have to maneuver the strap in order to get it loose; apparently, in the dream, it is not an option to LEAVE THE BAG. But I don’t want the elevator to know that I’m trying to get my bag loose and jump ship; not that it’s even said anything to me, or me to it, but the simple fact that it kidnapped ME is enough to determine that I shouldn’t be conspicuous with my attempt to escape. Meanwhile, I do manage to get the bag loose and notice that it’s slowed down a bit while in this parking lot; I actually think it is revving up with the goal of charging through another group of people, so as it’s revving, it promptly climb out of the elevator through the missing window pane, just in time for it to bulldoze through another group of bystanders. But, thank God, I was out.
My shoes, on the other hand, were still in the elevator. But since we were in a mini-mall, I noticed a Payless in the vicinity. And it just so happened that a small 911 dispatch office was next to the shoe store, so I immediately go over to tell them what has gone on so that the police can be notified. So, here I am, barefoot and disheveled with my bag, and I’m trying to explain to one of the two dispatchers that an elevator from a building up on 125th street just kidnapped me and made its way down the street, leaving various groups of victims that it charged through, including one in the parking lot of that mini-mall. I encouraged her to go out and take a look since there were folks out talking about the incident, and even a few victims. I was also rushing the explanation to the dispatcher, considering the that the only reasons I was IN the elevator was to get down to the ground level and be able to leave and go to school. She, however, was taking her own sweet time, giving me the “Uhn, hunh…” and head nod, but not really offering some kind of assistance or solution. I’m like, “Well, are you going to call the cops or what?”
And she’s like, “Well, first I need to check your references…”
“Check my references??? …….CHECK MY REFERENCES!?!?!”
“Yes, ma’am, before I can call the police and request them to come out to investigate this incident, I need to list three people whom I can call to verify that you are of sound mind to make a report.”
“WHAT?! You’re kidding? …I don’t have time for this! I have to go to school! I’m a professor!! My class is waiting for me…,” even though I wasn’t headed to campus and teach, I was going to attend.
“Ma’am, I need three references.”
“But…. but there are people out there right now who saw the whole thing and are injured over this elevator… Oh! Wait a minute! You think I’m crazy! You want references because YOU think I’m crazy for coming in here and reporting or better yet claiming that an elevator had the cognitive ability to decide to kidnap me and run some people over… I see what you’re trying to do, well, like I said, just GO outside and LOOK AT THOSE PEOPLE!”
“Ma’am, please lower your voice. Before I can do anything, I need you to give me the numbers of three individuals who will vouch for you.”
“This is insane! I’m telling you I have to go! I have class to attend… there’s a possessed elevator running rampant as we speak…”
“Your references, please?”
“Lord, have mercy, please. You’ve got to be kidding… I’m the victim, and I’m being treated like the offender…”
END OF DREAM.
(How crazy was that? This is just the latest of multiple crazy dreams I’ve had in the past week. They aren’t sadistic enough to be nightmares, but they’ve been bizarre enough to question what is really going on??? I’ve never been one for bad dreams, especially chronic bad dreams. But the great thing is that I always wake up, and reality is better than whatever was going on in my dreamland. Thank God.)