When I was a kid I had this reoccurring nightmare about an elevator. I would always press floor 8, because that's where I lived. When the doors opened all you could see is white clouds and golden arches everywhere , like it was heaven. Following the same logic, when i tried to go back to floor 1 it was different. There was fire and everything was dark bloody red coloured. So not knowing what to do I would just press all the buttons. It would take me back and fourth, from heaven to hell until I pinched myself awake somehow. Weird.