Elevator Meditation #03

The elevator was of some very old, very hard and very very expensive wood. Dorothy was with me, but she looked distorted. She looked nice and evil, she looked like herself and then someone else in the same body, all the at the time. She just kept changing every mila-second. Maybe I got on the wrong elevator. I've probably redid my entry into the elevator ten times, no change. I went down.
Level 6, the door opened and an anime girl with short dark blue hair and meloncholic expression flitted quickly toward me.
Level 5, passed and she went away, she couldn't get into the elevator.
Level 4 opened into the medical hallyway, same girl, except human and full of gore rushed quickly to me. I forced the door closed with violent concentration.
Level 1 opened. It was just as I've left it. Full of color, and happy, healthy people.
Level 0... The door opened and I saw a horrible distorted verison of Alfred that made me shut the elevator door and just stand there wondering what was happening.
Alfred looked like some transparent spirit swallowed him and gave him hideous and demonic deformities. The entire floor was as if someone blew a bunch of blurr bubbles of different sizes and shapes into the room. Books and paper from the books were all over the floor and was continuing to fly off the wall.
I opened the door again. The diaster was still there, and the only person who wasn't distorted was Roger Smith. He stood a little in front of the area of where the coffee table was, if there was a doorway of that area, he would be at the doorway.
After looking over the situation, I decided to bring in the vaccum. Alfred urgently stopped me saying that I couldn't use it here. I looked around and then blasted a bright illumination which abruptly flung all of the books and pages back together. Alfred and Dorothy lost their distortion.
I spoke to Roger at the coffee table. I don't remember what was said. I was hoping Dorothy was going to make me another tea, but the impression I got was what I've had should hold me off at least a week or a month if not longer and the effects are still comming in.

Elevator Meditation #02

The elevator was different. I didn't see Dorothy. I went down to level one and it opened to a very sketchy city. I stepped out. Filthy, everthing was filthy, sketchy and black. I walked passed some people, I couldn't see their faces because it was so sketchy and black. The air felt dirty, like it was a diease. There was a trash can to my right, it was nearly empty, but was so filthy even though there's hardly any trash.
To my right was million-miles-per-hour traffic. I ran across. I came to a sandwich restaurant. A fat man came out (walking to his car?), there was a sick swell of purple under his eyes. It was as if being a zombie was a disease and he just caught it.
I entered the building because I was curious about what would be on the menu or if I could even read it. People looked sick. I panicked a little, only a little. Everyone stopped and it was suddenly quiet. They all started at me in a violent manner. I panicked even more. Everyone rushed at me. A very gorey woman appeared before me and I opened my eyes cursing.

I didn't want to go back, but I didn't want to leave a mess like that, especially in my own mind.

I went back down the elevator, the doors opened at level one and they all reach to me. Gore. They couldn't come in the elevator and tear me to pieces. I took out a vaccum and vaccumed them. They all grew color and instantly became nice, happy people who looked healthy. I did this all over the areas I came to. The million-miles-per-hour traffic came to a steady speed.
I was at the restaurant when Roger came to the door of the place. I saw the look in his eye, saying that right now is a good time to get out of here, I took his arm to make it look causal, and we walked to the elevator. Dorthy greeted me, she was standing just outside the elevator. We went down to level zero and I don't remember so much. Dorothy made me a strange colored tea, the color was thick golden tea color with hues of very light brown with some undertone of very light hues of purple. The texture was very thick but it was also very thin. She told me she made it so it will benefit me in al areas. Roger gave me a large clear vial which he took the cap off of after I drank the tea quickly. The vial had golden speck in it, like the golden specks in Goldschlager, but bigger, thicker pieces. He told me to take it when I hesitated. I emptied it in my mouth, it felt like golden specks, heavy, scratchy. I swallowed.

Elevator Meditation #01

An elevator, all in black with white outlines. The number ten was above the door to the right, it was black in a white circle. Dorothy stood to my right. She said nothing. Going down...
9...
8...
7... Colors appeared, shaping the elevator.
6... Lucidity.
5... Dorothy is fades.
4... My mother appears at my right.
3... The walls turned to dull dim mirrors.
2... The mirrors were clear. Too clear. I saw myself, black combat boots, my usual clothes, hair oily as if I haven't showered in days (but I showered this morning).
1... The door opened. People in suits walking quickly in all directions. I'm not getting off here. I stepped back and forced the door closed.
I took it to zero.
The door openned. Alfred was to my left, cleanning something. The walls were shelves full of books going high up into the ceiling.
I went to the south wall and pulled out a book. It was brown and white. "Lolita" bible/cookbook (bible or cookbook was not it's name, but the impression of the name). I flipped through and saw an image of two cats facing me. I turnned the page and saw the two cats facing away froom me on the same page.
I couldn't read the words in the book. I tried hard. I could write it, but they weren't English. I went to contents page. The first page had "cattails", "bunnytails", second page was full titles like, "lolita bow", "lolita shoe". I sat down on a black couch, a coffee table was between this couch and another one seatter couch. Roger Smith sat down across from me. He asked me what I wanted to know...