I had a dream this morning that I went to the mall with Lily and while taking the elevator it began to fall. We caught ourselves and got stuck mid fall with Ray Romano. Luckily, I was in the elevator before and had left my purse in there. So, I called 911 on my cell phone. While waiting, Mr. Romano and I had a chat about some kids concert we were suppose to attend that night. He was a real nice guy. Anyhow, the emergency personnel came and told us that the only way they would let us out is to follow their procedure. We would have to sit at the bottom of the elevator and they would let it drop. They assured us that when it dropped, it would bounce back up and be fixed. They said it was the only way. I protested. For gosh sakes, I'm 9 months pregnant. This surely couldn't be safe for the baby, but mostly I was terrified for both Lily and I. I didn't trust their procedure at all. I wanted to follow them out and sit in the safe area where they were going. I yelled and yelled, but they strapped us in and didn't listen. I woke up when the elevator was on it's decent.
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posted by Jenny at 5:25 AM |
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