I've never really been claustrophobic, hence it never really occurred to me why my nightmares usually involved elevators. It may be strange that I've decided to divulge part of this weakness of mine, but it's really more to convince myself of the vindication.
Most of the time, lift buttons fail to respond. They would either malfunction, jam, accelerate upwards at an unfathomable speed, or simply: free-fall. In a good number of times; a supernatural flavour would be fused in. My block elevator stopping randomly thanks to kids enjoying block-catching didn't really help.
Just this morning; the lift button of the last floor refuses to light; stopping in every other floor. (It was one of those older lifts which didnt have buttons for every floor) Timothy manages to sneak his way in as we're going up the lift. (If you're very confused right now; yes I'm describing the figments of my nightmare) Next; we discover this spirit thats following us up every level. Stopping on the second last floor the lift doors open to reveal the spirit trying to rip a key apart from its keychain, saying out loud that "the keychain can help destroy a part of his soul". I grabbed him and dragged him along with us.
We bolted for the stairs, when we met one of the residents in the block. Asking her for a receipt (I know right?! WTF) I burned it and pressed it against the spirit's face. Apparently this is SUPPOSED to kill it. Next, the resident offers us a vacant unit beside hers; but we refuse and head up to the last floor.
Minutes later; a few other friends joined us and we're watching this... weird soccer game, where they're like 4 teams playing at once. The full-length windows on the left allowed me to see what was in the other unit below... Dogs.
The dogs were... staring at something invisible, you could tell because of their eye movement, the way they paid attention and turned their heads to it. Of course this had chilling effects on my spine. It starts to get better as when I looked again, some of the dogs disappeared, then reappeared while others disappeared. Somehow I made a very wise comment that the "dog was a very unique breed, able to change colour size, and appearance at every look"
I never really understood why I was having these nightmares, and it wasn't particularly a bane. Of course I do get free parachuting trips when the nightmare decides to free-fall my lift. So happens I was (not dreaming) testing the endurance of my block's lift the other night on my way home. Doing synchronised jumps to achieve maximum momentum and finishing off with a finale of a deliberate impact jump. Nothing happened.
This made me recall of a time when I was.. trapped, in a lift. It wasn't even like my cousin and I were playing hopscotch in the lift. We just pressed the open button long enough to piss the lift off, before it decided to close the lift doors shut and render itself immobile. Naturally my aunt was panicking, but under the age of 10, I was outdoing her.
Postulations of the numerous probabilities began clouding my thoughts, none of which are very pleasurable. Included in the list are the cables holding the lift snapping; resulting in a free skydiving trip. Lift running out of air,etc.
Of course none of those happened, and the rescue workers came in about 40 minutes. The whole experience was, intriguing, as the lift had those glass panes to look into. So much so I was pretty sure my relatives enjoyed viewing us as preserved museum exhibits through a glass door.
Looking back, its been like.. 10 years? I guess child psychologists are right for once, horrid experiences while young can carry a rancor into adolescence.