Once upon a time, I was at a rooftop party atop a very tall skyscraper. The roof was shaped kind of like a tower so there was a peak and the sides sloped before leveling out. Then there was a railing, and behind that, the long tall facade of the building. Someone had put up a huge black tarp and filled it with water so it was first a wet slide and then you fell in the pool down below up against the railing. I don't know how they did it but it seemed to work.
I happened to be standing next to an extremely large, just hugely rotund nude man and for some reason, his nudity did not bother me. Rather, i was amused by it. Nobody had yet dared to try out the big towering slide/pool and he turned to me and asked if I dared him to do it. "Sure," I said. He seemed eager and adventurous and we were all curious to see how it would all go down.
I watched him throw his enormous body down the side. His weight caused him to make a huge splash down below, but his momentum made him continue a little bit too far and it pitched him over the edge of the building. All of us went from smiling to terrific horror as we watched him plunge to his death. The details after that are fuzzy to me but later on, i was down on the ground, many floors below, looking up at the building. Suddenly someone showed me a videotape of the scene they had happened to capture. You see a form sliding down the pinnacle, and then you see a splash, and then.... then, you see this huge man fly out over the edge, fall about 15 floors down to another part of the building that goes out a bit, and I watched him bounce like a giant bouncy ball, not once, not twice, but three times, high in the air about 20 feet. This gruesome scene is etched in my brain and the guilt I felt from encouraging him to go down made me feel horrible and sick to my stomach.
and that.... was my dream last night.