I had a dream that I was with a group of my friends and we were heading to a foodcourt somewhere in a building/mall. As we all got on the elevator we saw there wasn't enough room, so one of my friends and I stepped out and took the other elevator (which had conveniently just opened up). When we got on there was just one other man, so we pressed the button and began our descent. Soon into the trip the elevator began shifting violently, with one side tipping down and then back up, followed by the other side doing the same. It continued to take deep dips from side to side, all the while continuing what now seemed to be a fatal descent. Occasionally it would jerk to a stop, but then continue dropping again. Although completely panicked I took it upon myself to try and calm my friend and the stranger in the elevator by explaining that I had watched an episode of David Letterman in which a guest of his was an expert on elevators. The expert had said that there is virtually no way and elevator could ever just fall down the shaft, and that there were always secondary safety cables, so even if the main ones somehow snapped, there were backup cables. Of course this seems absurd now, but in my dream this seemed to make perfect sense that Letterman would have such a guest. And it was ridiculous that *I* was trying to calm my friend when I myself was quite obviously terrified.

Anyway, we made it to the bottom and we got out of the elevator and looked for our friends. Eventually we found them sitting and eating lunch and we asked if they had any problems on their elevator, to which they sad no, and looked at us like we were crazy. My friend and I were a bit peeved that they didn't even seem a bit concerned about what we had just gone through. We joined them anyway and sat down to eat.

 
Now, I would suppose this dream was spawned from my real life feelings. Recently I have been stuck at home because I've been sick, and upset that it's been snowing outside and I haven't been allowed to go out and play in it.
That being said.....

I had a dream I was in a hospital, in a large ward with many beds, and only curtains for privacy. I had on the typical hospital gown that offered very little in the way of dignity. At some point I climbed up onto a windowsill and looked out to get a view of what was going on (I think I was in the basement of the hospital because when I got up into the window and looked out, I was level with the ground. difficult to explain, I hope you catch my drift). When I looked outside I saw that it was early spring, as the snow was all gone and there was plenty of mud and water from the melted snow. I remember looking at the brownish lawns, not yet green from regrowth, and thinking, "I missed the whole winter and didn't even get to go outside!!".

Just as I was getting melancholy about that when there was a knock at the window. There was an couple standing outside (I'd say in their 40's) trying to get my attention so I may let them in. It becomes clear to me at this point that there are bars over the window, and that this sort of behaviour would clearly be frowned upon (am I in a mental hospital or something??). I motion for them to go to door at the side, where I sneak them in (there's bars on the windows to keep me in, yet there's an unlocked fire door at my disposal?? hey, it's a dream okay?? lol). When I sneak them in I see that they are clutching a painting and looking quite frazzled. They proceed to explain that they needed to see their son (who was in this hospital) in order to give him this work of art (at this point they show me a large framed painting). Understanding that they would not be able to sneak around the hospital as easily I could I agreed to take the painting to him. I asked them what room he was in and what his name was. When they told me I tried repeating it back to make sure I had the correct info, but my memory kept failing me, and I repeated back wrong room numbers and names everytime. Finally I told them they had better write it down so I wouldn't forget, and they did so on a back of a napkin. Satisfied that I would be able to handle this task they left.

At this point I walked over to the elevators to go up to the floor that their son was on. It seemed that I had to take one elevator to get to the third floor, and then change to the other elevator that went from the third to the ninth floor. Of course I didn't know this at first and couldn't figure out why the elevator only went to the second floor. I took it up and down a few times until I read a sign that explained what I was doing wrong.

Finally getting that sorted out I headed I up the top floor. When I stepped out of the elevator I found I had to navigate through several small rooms that seemed to be set up in order to keep germs out of the ward; you had to enter a small room, the size of a large walk in closet, and close the door before the next door would open. This would happen several more times before I would finally get into the open ward hall. Once there I had no idea where I was to go as I tiptoed around trying not to get caught with this giant painting in my hand.

I poked my head in one waiting room and there was a room full of people who all looked identical, sitting in rows of chairs with surgical masks on. It seemed they were being lectured by someone, perhaps about whatever disease they had, or maybe what a loved one had that they were visiting, or some such thing. I have no idea I just know that when I poked my head in they all turned and looked at me at the same time and I freaked out and ducked back out.
I woke up.