I had a dream that it was my friend’s daughter’s third birthday. They are hosting a birthday party for her at some rented space on the top of a 50-story building. I’m chatting with one of the party goers, who is a friend of my friend. And we were talking about how people are dying younger and younger for some reason. Maybe it’s the chemicals in our food, the stress in our lives, but every single one of us is doomed to have a shorter life.

And there comes the birthday girl out of nowhere, who starts balancing herself on the sofa. Behind the sofa is a window that is half open… big enough for a baby to fall out of. The girl tries to use the window to lean against to balance herself on the top of the sofa, but because it is open and she cannot see that, she falls right out in front of our eyes. The friend’s friend and I both witness this at the very same time, and we both yell out. The girl just fell out of the window of a 50-story building, and she’s going to die.