The first dream to exert itself into conscious thought this morning took place on an elevator in a hotel that is well known to me. Hugin and I were staying there for while and I was heading down to the lobby to check on something with the doorman. The trip down passed with no problems; I saw the doorman and he gave me the information I desired though I have no recollection as to what it was. On the way to the elevator Hugin asked me if I would be ok going up alone, this was odd since he did not take the trip down with me, I told him everything would be fine. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button of our floor, this is where everything went to hell. A loud whining noise filled the air as the elevator shot upwards surpassing our floor; I tried to control it and fought to hit the help button. A man voice came over the intercom but he could not hear me over the din, I screamed in terror but still no replies. Suddenly the elevator began to plummet as I struggled to control its drop, the floor lights flashed non-sequentially by my eyes and awoke as the elevator hit the ground floor. The next dream was about a squirrel that we had adopted, it was curled up on our bed next to our cat as we discussed the diaper it was wearing. At one point I noticed it feet, fluffy tufts sticking out between soft pads and beige grit stuck to its paws, it would seem that he no longer needed the diaper as he was using the cat litter box. That dream abruptly shifted and I was no longer examining the squirrel's feet but a chicken McNugget, trying to determine how it was made.
Very odd dreams this morning, very odd indeed I wonder what it all means.