The Escalator

I had a dream that I was in a mall in the midst of a flow of people getting on an escalator. I felt the anticipation within the crowd as we were herding ourselves onto the floating steps. Everyone around me was in deep discussion, not watching for when it was time to depart. I realized that we were not rising or lowering in either direction, and that we were on an escalator that was level to the ground. After my first bend, I  recognized the people in front of me passing me in the opposite direction. On my third or fourth loop on my now conveying ride to nowhere, I investigated my options for getting off without any success. The masses around me did not share my concern, as they were engrossed heavily in their own conversations.

purple escalator

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