29 Feb 2024
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
I was on vacation with my family, not sure where we were going or where we were at. The dream started with us entering these huge elevators. I knew almost everyone in this dream in some capacity whether through passing or I had/have some relationship with (family, friends, past co-workers, social media friends, acquaintances, etc). As we were waiting for the first elevator I noticed that the numbers didn’t go in order and our family was directed to go to the 12th floor, but instead of the numbers going 1-12 for each floor, the 12th floor was at the bottom with the button for that floor being black, then there was a red button for a number smaller than 12. I thought that to be odd, but it didn’t phase me. So once the elevator doors opened, my family and I entered in and it was SO spacious inside, however the capacity limit was only for up to 6 people at a time, again really odd, because usually capacity is by weight and not the number of people on the elevator and the size of the elevator you could essentially fit at least 50 people on. So now my family has to split up in order for us to get to our floor (what I’m assuming is our hotel floor). I wasn’t related to anyone in my elevator ride, however I knew most of the people on the elevator, I asked each one of them which floors they were on and everyone that I knew said “12th floor,” again, I thought no way we’re all going to the same floor. The elevator itself was really bright and everything was white, there were no windows or anything, but it was almost too bright. It was a stark contrast between the waiting area for the elevator and the elevator itself. Once we exited off the elevator the 12th floor was a bit darker, in color and in mood, I don’t even remember getting reunited with my family or even going to my room, the dream switched to me being kidnapped and taken underground to work as a slave. I’m not sure how long I was gone for. I noticed that everyone working underground as “slaves” were people of color and the people in charge of us were not. I was so confused when I got there until I started talking to the slaves, their stories on how they got there was similar to mine, they were on vacation with their families and were staying (or supposed to be) on the 12th floor until they were kidnapped right after getting off the elevator or them exploring the hotel/cruise ship.
I was baffled, there were thousands of us underground digging, we were supposedly trying to find certain hidden artifacts in Africa, so a company would attract people from all over the world to stay at their resort or cruise line for a cheap or free price just to kidnap and make them slaves in some way until they found everything they were looking for. Once I learned this I started trying to escape, I learned the higher or closer to the surface you work the more valuable the slave owners saw you and the more privileges you received when connecting with family and friends. So that’s what I did, I would make friends with the people over the slaves and then get promoted up, I’d also put in a good word for the slaves that helped me and were nice so they could get closer to the surface too. Along the way I met and were reunited with so many people, no one in my dream had passed away, in reality all of these people to my knowledge are still alive.
I’m not sure how much time had passed but I was able to make it to the surface, the surface was enclosed, it looked like a SAMS or Costco store and there were hundreds of people in it, mostly white, there were very few people of color. Everyone was in these long lines, so I joined a line and because the wait was for hours I became fast friends with the people in front of me. Not sure if we ever exchanged names, but it was 2 girls in their 20s and a boy around their age. I asked what the line was for and they said to check in for your floor. I asked if they already knew their floor number and they said last time they got the red floor, but they’re not sure about this time and they’ll find out when they get to the desk. I then asked if someone had a phone I needed to check to see if my grandma made it or if she was in line, so one of the girls handed me her cell phone, the phone looked like an early 2000s brick phone. Every time I tried to make a call, the call never went through but each time the girl made a call or text on her phone the call or message went through perfectly fine.
I ended up staying in line with these people, getting to know this hotel through them since they’ve previously been here. They were all so nice but I still didn’t trust them with the information I knew about that was going on underneath the building. Once we finally made it to the front of the line, I bid them farewell and headed to the elevators, this time taking a different set and allowing the person in front of me choose their floor and hoping on with them. In this elevator it was still bright like the other but more people could be on at once and they had a back window that showed the outside. The window faced a Chik fil A lot. I knew 2 girls and a guy on the elevator with me. The 2 girls (one was a friend of a friend and the other was an old co worker) and the guy I’ve known all my childhood through school and we’re Facebook friends. The two girls were people of color, one being Asian and the other Latina. The guy is white, when I asked about their floor number, they looked at me crazy and said the orange floor. Once we made it to the orange floor and I stepped off the elevator I woke up from the dream.
