We just got back from 10 days visiting relatives in southern Ontario (and thank you, FameThrowa, for picking up our mail because I know I will forget to thank you later). Some weird things happened while we were down and if I had had a computer handy I would have posted. Instead I’ll just have to issue multiple post-trip updates.

The first weird thing involved this recurring nightmare that I’ve had about every other month for the past 10 years or so. I dream that I am getting on an elevator, usually with luggage or bags. The elevator is crowded, usually with strangers but sometimes with a few relatives sprinkled in. The elevator is made mostly of clear glass (sometimes it’s even open on the sides) with a yellow or gold frame. I press the button for my floor and we start to go up, but when we reach my floor the elevator just keeps going higher and higher. The group of us realize that the elevator is broken and isn’t ever going to stop, and we keep going past the top of the building into the sky. I realize this doesn’t sound like a really tough nightmare but I always wake up pretty scared. It’s not the height thing, it’s the fact that we are powerless to stop the machine that scares me.

Anyway, while we were down we had to take Captain Jelly Belly to the emergency room at Sick Kids’ Hospital in downtown Toronto (for an asthma attack; he’s a-okay, no need to worry). And while there, I went out into the main lobby to take the elevator to the parking garage, but accidentally got on the elevator to the upper floors instead. And while accidentally riding up to the 8th floor I realized that the Sick Kids’ elevator is THE elevator from my dream! It was all exactly the same! There was even a random group of strangers on board.

Needless to say I was pretty creeped out. thinks that now that I’ve faced my fears, I’ll have closure, and that will be the end of the nightmare. I hope so. In any case it was a really weird event.