11.15.25: The Elevator Dream

I once dreamed of an elevator that didn’t stop. You pressed the button and it kept going, past the top floor, higher and higher. Through the roof, into the sky, into space. At first, it was awe. Earth shrinking, stars expanding. Then terror. What if it never stops? No doors, no exits, just endless ascent. I woke up sweating, and the dream stuck with me. Maybe it’s not about elevators. Maybe it’s about ambition, about chasing higher without thinking of where it ends. Humans love climbing. But maybe sometimes, we should ask if the top is really there.