James and Amy came up to visit, but seperately. James arrived, and we were hanging out for awhile, and then a few minutes later Amy arrived. We couldn’t find parking around here, so I took a ride with her to a local mall, where we were going to park in the garage. For some reason, we parked outside in the lot, went into the building, and took the stairs to the 2nd floor. When we got to the 2nd floor, we then found the elevator and took it to the ground floor. Once on the ground floor, we took another set of stairs to the garage level. A security guard stopped us at the top of the stairs, asking to see our ticket. We explained to him that we were going to get a ticket so we could park, and he then let us by. Even in dreams, security guards are useless.

We got the ticket after waiting in line for awhile, and then we made our way back to the elevator. We pressed the button for the first floor; apparently you only needed to go through that weird sequence of floors going down. Some fat guy commented how this was a strangely shaped elevator. I agreed with him. The elevator was octagonal, with 4 doors (at 90 degrees from each other), and the walls were brushed metal. The door closed and suddenly the elevator started charging upwards at unbelivable speed. I looked at Amy, and then the fat guy, and we all were terrified. Suddenly, it either felt or sounded (or both) like something snapped, and we began to fall at a tremendous rate. I started to scream, and made my way over to Amy (screw the fat guy), but before I could grab onto her, the elevator crashed and I woke up in a panic.

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