Dreams. I really dislike them - they ruin my sleep. I don't care what all the scientists say, I sleep like shit when I dream. Allow me to share. I dreamt that I was at a hotel with about 52 floors. For some reason I was at floor number 5 and was suppose to get to floor number 3 so I took the elevator. (I'd never do that normally - I usually take the stairs to sustain the illusion of me being fit.) There were three elevators so I stepped into the middle one. Apparently this elevator went to floor number 8, 10, 52, 5 and another number I can't remember. Not 3 though. I found it a bit odd, but just when I was about to get out it started moving. Oh well, maybe the guy who took it last time pressed the buttons. It first went down, then up. And up. And up. I don't normally panic in an elevator, but it was very close there. The elevator went up really really fast and then it got stuck between two floors. Somehow the doors opened about 40cms, and I could crawl out.
You know, according to Freud, walking in stairs in dreams means that you're having sex. Is this suppose to have been the fuck of my life then? Because in that case I really want a refund - it wasn't that good.
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