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The airship hovered above the coffee shop, arriving silently, and everyone went to the windows to look. It was a zeppelin, long, gray, and beautiful. An elevator extended downward, a square shaft that reached to the ground, and two men stepped out in a few minutes.

I knew the woman, she was sitting behind me, we were close, friends, had been for a while. She had short gray hair, and was writing something on her laptop.

The elevator had a ladder for climbing, and inside the elevator shaft, multicolored sheets of fabric were loosely hung, so if someone slipped and fell they could reach out and grab one of the sheets, which were hung by their corners, creating pockets.

The two men took the woman a rose into the air, and I was to follow by climbing, five hundred feet at least.

I woke up too soon, before I reached the first rung.