I Dream of Genie

I had a dream last night that I was working a show in an enormous theater. The deck was made of old, rich wood and the stage was rigged like an elevator, only impossibly so. The entire stage floor could drop the basement AND up to the grid. No one needed a genie to focus, because the stage was essentially a gigantic genie. The electrics crew just all climbed aboard and up, up it went.
One day, while working on this show, I went in to go check out the space and stepped on to the deck. I was standing there talking to a certain carpenter of my acquaintance when all of a sudden, the three feet of the stage we were standing on started rising. We had no safety rails, no nothing to hold us in. I was terrified.
Without thinking about it, I grabbed on to his arm in a vice grip. He laughed (good -naturedly) and told me not to be afraid. Eventually, the floor started to lower again and I began to calm down. Just before it touched down, however, it changed direction and rose again. Up and up, and this time I held his arm tightly and did my best to hide my fear: no shrieks, no flailing. I stood stock still and tried to be calm, telling myself that if he wasn't afraid, I didn't have to be either. We reached the highest height of the elevator and stopped there, 15 feet off the ground. The floor swayed, the way genies do.
That was when I saw him looking at me differently than he ever has before (in real life or the dream). He moved very slowly, so as not to fall, but turned until we were facing each other straight on. Then he kissed me, softly, on the mouth. Only once. There was really no passion in the kiss, just overwhelming tenderness. And then I wasn't afraid anymore.