I was in some small town. I think there was a movie being filmed, and it centered around a tropical-themed hotel. Kinda dumb, since we seemed to be in the middle of Iowa or something. I spent most of the time sneaking around the hotel trying to get free internet access on their little terminals. Yeah!

In the town I befriended an old man who seemed to be one of my friends’ grandfather. (Who’s the friend? Don’t know!) The old man was really nice to me, and I thought of him as “grandpa.” At the end of the dream, we were walking out of one of the top floors of the hotel across an outdoor platform to the parking garage. Grandpa noted that we were pretty high — like 10th floor or so. The edge of the platform went almost right up to the neighboring building, but if you got all the way up to the edge and peered over the edge with your head pressed against the other building, you could see way down. Kinda freaky.

Then, as we approached the parking garage, we came to a railing, and next to it a ramp. I stopped at the railing to look down. We sure were high up. Grandpa headed up the ramp, and as I looked at the ramp I noted with alarm that there was no railing for the first little stretch. If you weren’t careful, you could have quite a fall. I better warn grandpa.

Right then his foot jerked, and he accidentally stepped over the edge. I was powerless to do anything, being a little too far away. I watched gravity pull his body over the edge and down, down, down. He looked like a doll as he fell. He crumpled when he hit and just lay motionless.