I hate elevators because of a reoccurring dream
Ever since I was in elementary school, I've had nightmares of malfunctioning elevators. They rise so fast I'm pressed to the floor, they drop with such speed that I'm lifted into the air, and they don't fully stop at the floors (either they're too low when the doors open or they're too high). I have never had any negative experiences with elevators. I loved them as a child. For the past few years, however, the fear of my nightmare elevator has become a fear of elevators in real life. I silently freak out each time I'm in one. I press myself into a corner, cling to the handrails until my knuckles turn white, and run out when I reach my floor. I still ride elevators, since they're convenient, my family and friends prefer to use them, and I tend to end up on crutches about once a year. Is it normal to have a fear that started in a dream?
I also feel I should tell you that I like drop towers for the way they scare me. My favorite is the tower of terror, and I usually end up having a little panic attack in the queue. (Incase you don't know, the tower of terror is an elevator themed drop tower. I was afraid of elevators before riding this.) Is it normal that I love the fear and the adrenaline rush I get from riding something themed after one of my worst fears?