I could only remember blurred, confused parts of this dream. I know there was an old, self-service elevator & and my friends operated all through the dream. We'd either stop too high or too low & could never quite adjust to floor level. Something about a man & we, I don't know what cause my friends to say it was his fault & excuse me. I know he was in the dream. We embraced frequently & in their presence. They said our positions were vulgar. I don't remember who he was, but I knew him. I was then in a store choosing oranges for my mother. I said none of them were Juicy enough. Then I was the clerk & apologized for being dressed in a skirt & sweater. Interpretation The elevator was exactly like the one at the place where I worked this past summer. At that time I wasn't terribly adept at handling the elevator. No interpretation for the remainder of the dream. Answers to questions 2. 3. Participant4. Neither5. Bare room, elevator shaft6. No7. No