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There was a man - between middle-aged or aged - in front of my patio standing over a sill on the top of the next apartment
block ready to jump over and falling down the frontage area full of green plants and little trees - while everything in the dream
seemed green-yellow coloured. And he was seemed like someone whï tries to plunge and stretching his body from a diving board and not like someone ready to jump or fall who wants to suicide.
So it wasnt abtrupt the way he falled over , but more slow and
gentle as if he was drifting through emptiness [ or space ].
Then in the same dream somewhat upset I told to others what happened , but nobody seemed to worry seriously - as if it wasnt extraordinary or unusual , but more like something natural and
