Stairs

I frequently dream about stairs.  Going down the stairs.  I wonder, does it mean anything?  Always alone, my feet hinge at the ankles.  Toes up and heals down I glide to the bottom.  Go go gadget?  But the dream has changed.  I’m racing down now, family and friends are racing with me.  Each step hits the sole of my shoe, faster and faster.  In both versions I’m overwhelmed by excitement.  I enjoy it.  So, why down?