"Are you ready to jump" I called out to the girl next to me on the airplane. "Yes, lets do it" she called back to me. We both stared down out of the bottom of the cargo plane to the rooftops 10,000 feet below. It was a very nice day out and the sun reflected very brightly off the buildings in Mexico city. The girl jumped right out of the plane and I watched her soar through the sky. I had to give it some thought, but eventually I decided to jump out as well. I jumped out the hatch in the cargo plane. As I was falling through the sky to my death, I was filled with emotion. Part of my was very nervous about this because I wondered how it might feel when I hit the ground, and part of me was worried about what death was like itself. At the same time part of me was excited about the aspect of saying goodbye to all my depression and anxiety. I was falling to the ground... closer.... closer... WHAM! I hit the ground but I was still alive, and I wondered how I could have survived that fall...
And then I woke up
(yes i know i suck at writing but i wanted to add at least some color to my dream)
that was a dream i had a few nights ago that i can remember very vividly. i remember that it had come after a night when i had felt extremely depressed and had contemplated a lot about suicide. i have also had 3 or 4 dreams where i have smoked crack, or taken some LSD and had a trippy time. do you ever have any dreams about suicide. if so please share them if you would like to. i need to tell my psychiatrist about this dream. i bet this is pretty common.