so i dreamt that i was in a hotel, standing outside an elevator. it was like any other elevator, except for the door, which was shaped like a porthole on the side of a ship. i had encountered this before. i thought to myself about the struggle of actually wiggling my body through the porthole, which involved squeezing myself though it in a very uncomfortable manner. instead, i decided i would project myself into the elevator. at first, everything was hazy, i faded in an out of existence. i solidified more as i became less aware of standing outside of the elevator, once i was immersed in the “reality” of being inside of it.