A precarious chain ladder
Apr. 2nd, 2023 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed I was visiting a friend who lived in a rundown, high-rise project, also located, in the dream world, in what I again called "Chicago." It was night. Outside the front of the building was teeming with cops and police vehicles, people crossing the streets errantly, a chaos of movement.
Inside the foyer you could start straight up a wide atrium with each floor nested above the next. There was a narrow back of two elevators, but they were flanked by shady characters. My friend, who was a medic in Paterson and now lived here, along with some gentlemen who own a brewery, lived up on the 141st floor. I had to make my way up there.
The alternative to the elevators was to climb up metal chain ladders, floor by floor. Each ladder was located in a different side of the atrium, so when you made each level you'd have a good long walk around the edge to the next. Needless to say, the ladders, such as they were, were only attached at the top, and floated freely away from the wall, swaying gently as you climbed, the links jangling together like a wind chime. I am afraid of heights, but I gave it a shot, making it to the second floor. Naturally I had to look down over my shoulder, and see the lobby with folks milling about some considerable distance below. And there were another 140-odd floors to go.
I lost my nerve, and scrambled back down, resolving to call my friend and tell him I couldn't make it up to visit.
Inside the foyer you could start straight up a wide atrium with each floor nested above the next. There was a narrow back of two elevators, but they were flanked by shady characters. My friend, who was a medic in Paterson and now lived here, along with some gentlemen who own a brewery, lived up on the 141st floor. I had to make my way up there.
The alternative to the elevators was to climb up metal chain ladders, floor by floor. Each ladder was located in a different side of the atrium, so when you made each level you'd have a good long walk around the edge to the next. Needless to say, the ladders, such as they were, were only attached at the top, and floated freely away from the wall, swaying gently as you climbed, the links jangling together like a wind chime. I am afraid of heights, but I gave it a shot, making it to the second floor. Naturally I had to look down over my shoulder, and see the lobby with folks milling about some considerable distance below. And there were another 140-odd floors to go.
I lost my nerve, and scrambled back down, resolving to call my friend and tell him I couldn't make it up to visit.
