Confession

I have nightmares about elevators about once a week. And I know exactly where they stem from. When I was a kid, my dad's best friend was crushed an elevator. I remember his obituary, his funeral, his poor wife and baby son widowed...
To this day, elevators do freak me out. I ride in them, I pretend it's a fun little rocket ship, I don't have panic attacks.
But I do have those nightmares, where I'm in an elevator, the cord snaps, and I plummet down, down, eternally down...
I expect I'll have elevator dreams the rest of my life.