In or Out, Up or Down

4/28/10

In my dream I was in an office building and my dog Ruby was with me. She was playing with a little boy. Then it was later and we were walking by an open elevator when Ruby spotted that little boy and ran inside the elevator. I yelled for her to come back. Suddenly the elevator started to move while the doors were still open. Ruby got scared and jumped out. Then as the elevator was lowering, doors still open, Ruby ran back and jumped onto the top of the car’s lowering device. I screamed for her to come back, for someone to stop the elevator. I saw the fire alarm lever but hesitated to use it. I distinctly remember feeling frustrated, helpless and indecisive. After several seconds I broke the glass and pulled the lever but nothing happened. 

I turned and went into the nearest office. The lady at the desk was doing something with a tray of cheese, dip and crackers. I yelled that I needed her to please call security, etc. She looked at me—irritated and said I needed to just hang on a second. By this point I had grown terribly frightened and flustered. I knocked the cheese tray off of her desk. As I grabbed for her phone I heard screams come from behind me. I knew that Ruby was dead. I ran back to the elevator, and the people there were all splattered with blood and blood was dripping into the elevator from above. 

Then, for some reason, I see the mortician’s office and a body on the table being examined. He and his assistant are discussing what happened to Ruby. Then I see the little boy who had been playing with Ruby walking around outside. The whole scene felt very weird. 

Before this nightmarish scene, I dreamed I was sending people in and out of doors to face some trauma from their pasts. This is of course from watching “Being Erica”. I noticed that, again, a certain person was present in my dream but I don’t know specifically why that person was there. Just remember seeing a distinctly identifying article of clothing as this person was walking (with obvious trepidation) through a door. Then, for some reason, I had to go through  a door—either to fetch someone or to face my own fear, etc. And whatever I saw there upset me so very much that it woke me up. 

Lesson: Even when the players or plots of a dream are built upon the day’s stimuli, the message will most likely be something from deep within ourselves.