On the 11th, I was at my office on 19th street. I ended up staying with my girlfriend at her place on 110th street near Columbus. She has what is basically a studio apartment with the kitchen tucked in one corner and the bed in another with the window opposite. The apartment has wood floors and the main room is relatively open in the middle. I'm describing this since the dream takes place in the apartment. In this dream, the setting perfectly matched the apartment in real life.
In my dream, I sat up in the bed, just as it is in real life, and looked into the center of the dark room, lit by the city lights coming in through the window. As I watched, an office elevator came rising up through the middle of the floor and came to a stop. It had no color, but was a grayish hue reminiscent of the smoky dust clouds from the falling Towers although it still retained a somewhat metallic look, but not shiny at all. The doors opened and the elevator was filled with businessmen and women, all gray and slightly see-through in what I'd describe as a typical ghost-like appearance. The people were crowded, as during a subway rush-hour, but looked relatively placid and not panicked or injured. However, they were clearly dead. As it stood there with the doors open for a moment, from my seated position in bed a few feet away I asked, "Where are you going?" One of the men in the front wearing a business suit looked at me and seemed a little bit astonished by the question. My feeling was that he thought the answer was so obvious he wondered why I'd ask it. He replied, "To the top, of course." At that, the doors closed and the elevator proceeded up through the ceiling. I was left pondering if they knew they were dead and if by 'the top' they meant the top of the Towers or all the way up to heaven. Then, as an afterthought, it occurred to me it was going to take a long time to reach the top if they continued stopping at every floor.
That ended the dream.
A few days later I had another dream that was strange in its being lighthearted. I don't remember much at all, but I do remember being in a restaurant that had items on the kids' menu with names like the "Talibanana Split" and the "Twin Towers Stack of Pancakes." What that means, I couldn't fathom because I didn't find anything light or amusing about this whole event.
Ted P., New York, New York