About a week ago I began having this wonderous dream about a glass and steel sheathed building, 483 stories tall, with every floor without a single doorway/entry/exit. The dream wholly consisted of me repeating the same process over an over where I would be greated and welcomed by my mother on the lobby-street level floor, on which one of two doors could be found (that of the entrance). She would direct me to the elevator (2nd door) to begin the ascent to the top floor; some 450 to 500 stories, (my character blacks out at around the 460th I think). The numbers on the display on the inside-right of the door facing out were lime green on black. Slow at first and then too fast for my mind to keep up. I am launched out of the top of the building to float back down to the lobby level to begin the ride all over again. This repeated sequence made for a very great day to follow upon my waking up to the slow-chilling of the air outside. I pictured this that afternoon and laughed at myself, as I should have.
