I am afraid of elevators

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I am sure I've told most people here, but I do not like elevators. The ride up isn't so bad, but I hate the jolt at the beginning and end. There have been a few terrifying times that I was even stuck in one. That isn't what this post is about though. It's about the dream I had last night. Last night, I was shopping at the grocery chain I used to work for. I was at a location that was much bigger than the one I worked at. There were several levels at this location, and they carried a variety of non-grocery items. I am not going to go into full detail of the dream, but there was a drama playing out around me. Something to do with a doctor who could not perform the job anymore. I figured out that he was being poisoned by rival doctors. The poison was causing his joints to lock up and morph. He was turning into the hulk. The dream switched and I was calling to have someone pick me up. I was still on the phone as I was headed to the registers, and ended up pushing the buggy into a bank attached to the store. I tried finding the store again, but I kept entering the bank at different angles. Finally someone helped me, and apparently I had taken the elevator down without realizing it. There was another to the dream that I can't remember as much. I know it had something to do with history, but that's all I can remember.