A Door

I had a dream about a door. It was locked so I broke through with my foot. Then I fell into a room that was populated by other doors, but they weren’t attached to walls. They advanced on me and I knew it was war. I broke one door. Than another and another. Finally one door opened to me. I knew it was a trap so I broke that door, too. I busted the frame and the whole room came down. The ceiling killed the other doors, everything turned to firewood. I laid down on the ground to avoid being crushed along with the doors. But their broken remains kept the ceiling far enough away from the floor to allow me to live in that space for as long as I could. And since I wasn’t hungry I guess I lived forever.