This dream was crazy...
The setting is during the day. Like mid day ish.
So I don't remember what happened from the beginning but I got heavily depressed. It was due to my family and other people. They tore me down, even threw stuff like glass at me to the point of me bleeding.
The event of me being depressed and how I came to be depressed was not very clear in the dream.
anyways I felt like shit and ran away from home in front of my house and family. I just started running down the street.
Down the street a lot of my other acquaintances lived there or it's a place where I would often meet people I know. So I tried to avoid them in every way by doing the most musical comedy thing ever. Like slipping into other people's cars and going out the other door, walking behind a moving car. I don't know why, but a friend of mine was doing the same thing, like going into other people's houses to avoid something and getting in cars. Well she definitely wasn't in my plans though so I thought nothing much of it.
I kept running until the end of the road where I met my grandparents who don't look anything like my real grandparents. They tried to stop me. As I was running for it my grandfather tried to stop me from continuing but with some kind of force I was able to push him aside and overthrow him. I don't know how I was able to throw him but I did it so he would land in something safe because I guess I liked him? And I could remember his last glance where he probably thought he got landed in something soft and safe because I threw him there instead of pushing him off the cliff. (Cause the end of the road was like a cliff I don't know).
Anyways, I jumped off the cliff like structure at the end of the road, and kept running. I didn't know where to run so I went to this place... I think it was a school. But it didn't seem like a school at all. Maybe a large artistic university. Or library...?
When I got there I didn't know what to do but it was very crowded with people and a more chances where I would meet someone I know or someone would try and catch me. Being caught was something I had to absolutely avoid. Being alone was something I had to achieve.
At this university or library there was a dance going on and people were dancing in this narrow/not so narrow confusing area of the property? Like beside the crowd were levels of the building that went in sort of loops.
I didn't dance with them I was too sad to, and tried to get ahead of everyone else and move to the front. The front people were the ones moving the dance forward. But once I saw an opening to escape I ran for it, and the lady in charge of the dance told me to stop but I kept going out of fear.
So when I escaped from the dance mob I ended up within the levels. It was like a maze. It probably was a maze. I turned here and there and I think the lady or someone else was following or trying to follow me.
Knowing that, I ran without thinking, jumping on levels and getting higher and higher. I eventually got so high up there was nowhere else to go but down. From where I was, there was a large opening within a square of balconies with no way down except to go backwards from where I came from. I wanted to completely lose the person/people following me.
So I jumped. I didn't want to but I also didn't care. Cause of my depression I thought to myself, if I just fall and die right now, that's ok too.
But I didn't. I was able to catch on to the fence of one of the levels. I grabbed onto the fence/railing thing and stood there for a while on the edge where I could easily let go and fall face down.
At this point I was really considering suicide. Nobody noticed me either, the people below me were working and studying away.
But then I didn't. I figured I didn't want to die. So I fell backwards into the other side of the fence and landed in the level with people working at tables.
