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I've had recurring anxiety dreams about being in falling or otherwise unstable elevators for as long as I can remember. After a young lifetime of this, I finally developed something of a phobia of the elevator experience, only to overcome that when I moved out on my own and into a 14^th floor apartment.

Then, of course, come the days where the elevator acts up.

On this morning's elevator ride from my 9^th floor apartment to the building's lobby, I and 5 other passengers got our daily reality-check when the car we were in fell from the 3^rd floor — apparently hitting the emergency stops at each floor — to the lowest floor (3 below ground).

Around the third floor, the floor indicator light stopped working and there was a noticeable, rapid descent. I remember hearing a muffled thud, accompanied by a slowing, about 4 times, and when the doors opened, we were on level P3. The woman beside me whimpered every time we heard a thud, which struck me as odd for the simple reason that it meant that the failsafes were working.

The only concern I had for my own mortality came about when I was disappointed that, if this were to be It, I'd be dying with complete strangers.

So, any way, it looks like I'm going to be taking the stairs up the apartment henceforth, not because I'm worried about a recurrence, but because I don't want to provide fodder for more phobic dreams. My cardiovascular health is going to be pretty spectacular.