I can't stop dreaming about the space elevator.

It is giving me fits.

In my dreams things come sliding down the space elevator cable to spook us all. Giant, building sized kites are tethered to it for celebration. It comes crashing to Earth.

Why should a space elevator scare me like that? It's the same feeling I get when I see the huge underbelly of an iceberg. I have to run screaming from the room. Seriously. The artist rendition of the cable needed to make the elevator work? Sphincter-tightening.

Carbon nanotubes, be damned. I can't look at it anymore.