Some months ago when I had the urge to just fall off of my building,
I used to dream of my fall from there in the night. I never crashed though, I was just falling.
A few days ago I saw a peculiar dream. I was out in the countryside and there was a man who had some kittens in his hands and was eating their faces. He hadn't noticed me or he wasn't
interested in me. Until I saw what he was doing and I couldn't let him continue doing that. I immediately approached him, tried to see if the kittens were alright and I attacked him and tried to save them. He started chasing me around the countryside and I was running to get away. Not far away was a manor. I went in there. I found a room which seemed to be an office
of someone in the mafia or someone up in the ranks of a business, who is corrupt and unsurprisingly a mafia leader too. Lots of guns everywhere, ridiculously expensive furniture, light coming through the curtains and the expensive windows. The man was still trying to find me and I left the manor. I somehow found myself almost immediately in a poor or middle-class neighborhood in a city. I was climbing the buildings using the clothes that were hanging from the terraces to dry. It was very cool, a nice experience. I felt like spiderman. But I couldn't escape. I suddenly found myself in that room in the manor again, only this time there
were people there. I was in a simulation before in that neighborhood, I never was there in reality. I never escaped the manor and I was never far away from the bad guys. It was an illusion. I immediately took a gun, put it on my temple and pulled the trigger, but alas, I was still alive like nothing happened, like I never pulled the trigger. I couldn't kill myself. I wasn't allowed to. I realized this and I woke up. A pretty bizarre dream.