I had two different really strange dreams last night.
The first one started with me was running on this long, narrow and gray platform. I ended up sprinting and jumping off of a building, knowing that i was going to fall but wanted to fly; I knowsounds really weird but that's what was going through my head, I remember thinking in my head like "holy stroganoff, this is suicidal", but the feeling was awesome. And I was falling/flying down, without flailing, just flying, when a person that I couldn't see could only feel came out of nowhere, grabbed me around my torso, and helped me fly down to the ground and land smoothly. Once I landed, I turned around to say something to whoever had helped me and there was no one there. I remember was really eerie but happy (obviously those two don't go hand-in-hand). And then I woke up around 3:30.
And in my second one, I was dreaming I was a mortician/forensic person at the morgue and I could touch people's heads and see their last thoughts and images that they saw; I knew in my dream I was the only person who could do this and didn't want to tell anyone. When I did this, it didn't show the people's bodies; like if they were in an accident, I could only see their faces and only touched their foreheads and over their eyes, and I only saw exciting and happy things. I have zero clue what these could possibly mean or relate to my life.
