Elevator

I was in a car driving somewhere. I was trying to go to some place, not sure where.. along the way I got lost and decided to go visit my great grandmother (I’ve never met her, she died just after I was born but apparently was alive in my dream). I drove up a dirt road towards a beach. The road was getting too narrow for my car and I could see an old couple sitting on lawn chairs at the end.

There was an elevator on the side of the road, I stepped into it with the old couple and it went below the ground. Under the solid ground was water, like an ocean and the elevator had windows now. The elevator stopped and the old couple got out.. No water came in though. Some guy that I knew stepped into the elevator with me. He was tall, average build and dark straight hair. He sort of resembled the guy who plays Superman in Smallville, only different. We were waiting for the elevator to go back up but it didn’t.

Suddenly we heard this banging, the lights in the elevator went out and there was no power in it. It was like the water was lit up though because we could see through the water easily for quite a distance. Then this man appeared at the window.. I didn’t see his face but I knew he was a man. He had a wine colored outfit on that looked like one of those diving outfits from years ago, the kind with the big round helmet. Even though I couldn’t see his face or body I knew he was ghoulish, that he was dead for a long time and was scared of him. He was banging on the windows trying to get into the elevator to get us. We were panicking because we knew why he wanted to get us, but I don’t know what we knew. Maybe we killed him or something, in any case I felt like I understood why he was wanting to attack us, it wasn’t random.

I woke up before anything else happened.

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