In search of a toilet, Rachel and I pulled over at an abandoned apartment. A mother-daughter pair was ahead of us, presumably for the same reason.
I desperately/knowingly boarded the 4-storey lift that had no landing, which wasn't enclosed. Yes, it wasn't linked to the apartment building or anything at all! It was just a strange 4-storey lift column by itself. The flooring looked unsafe.
My right index finger felt a painful rash, with blisters or crystalisation forming on the joint just before the knuckle. The platform had not guard rails. I'd meant to go to level 2, but it reached the top, nearly crushing me on the ceiling. I jumped for my life, and hung on to a I-beam ledge.
Presumably, I'd fallen to my death, hence my waking up at this juncture... I checked my finger after waking and fortunately the acute blistering was not real.
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