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September 13th, 2012 Posted 10:25 pm

I had a very interesting experience last night.

In the wee hours of the morning, maybe 2 or 3am, my subconscious instilled me with a rather compelling dream.

I dreamt I was in an elevator in a tall building – not a modern elevator, but an old-fashioned caged hoist. It wasn’t fully caged either. The top half of the cage was completely exposed, not dissimilar to the basket at the top of a cherry picker except slightly larger and connected by rope to an antiquated hydraulic system. A glance upwards revealed the unkempt concrete elevator shaft, extending above me for what seemed like miles.

The elevator wasn’t working properly. It wouldn’t stop in line with the floors I wanted to exit at. Instead, it would stop half way between floors, with an inaccessible closed door above me and another below. It kept moving up, attempting to stop at each floor until it reached the top of the building and I could travel no longer. The lift wouldn’t respond and I realised I was trapped in this cage at the top of the shaft, when all of a sudden its brakes gave in and I began falling toward the bottom. It wasn’t falling at a dangerous pace – it felt quite steady & controlled – but it was falling nonetheless. Eventually it hit the ground, and at the exact instant it made contact, I jolted awake suddenly and opened my eyes.

Then came the interesting bit!

On the ceiling in my room, I saw with my eyes a bright neon yellow stick figure. I guess it would have been half a metre in length, and its bent knees reminded me very much of “The Saint” – the famous stick figure painted on the north-eastern rockface of Castle Hill in my home town of Townsville:

Photo from the Townsville Bulletin

The neon saint shone down upon me, its outer edges twinkling as it it were a star in the night sky. I could make out the faint radiance of the outside street lamp sneaking between the edges of my closed blinds, onto the canopy behind my golden friend. He was vivid, he was forward, and he was there.

Then just as quickly as he appeared, he vanished. I felt an eerie wave of energy rush through my body, and I remained awake for quite some time afterwards contemplating what just happened.

This wasn’t my imagination. I know the difference between an image in my mind’s eye and an image I behold with eyes open. This reminded me of a similar experience I had in 2008, when I witnessed a man standing in front of me who wasn’t physically there.

Who was the neon saint? Why did he appear before me? How does a falling elevator fit in with this all? I may never find the answers to these questions, but I’d love to hear if you have any idea, or if you’ve experienced anything like this before. Feel free to leave a comment below if so.

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