Living the Dream

(I always dream in third person, rarely do I look like myself. Sometimes I’m controlling my character like a game, this time was like watching a movie. I’m typically aware that I’m dreaming.)
…Where am I?
This maze of concrete looks familiar… Ah, parking garage. I always get nervous in those. So claustrophobic feeling. The open air of the top is worse though, especially in a car. It feels like you could just slip off the edge.
But I don’t seem nervous at all – in fact, I look pretty happy. All dressed up in my favorite outfit with my cat ears and tail. I’ve been going up for a while now, no way in hell I could walk that long outside of a dream. What’s that in my hand? I guess I’ll find out…
Ah, the top. It’s night time, dead quiet. Looks like the air feels good – ha! I’m spinning around like a little kid! Why am I so happy? Ahhh I’m at the edge now, looking out over the railing at the city. Sure is pretty from up here. No way I could do that, heights terrify me- oh.
I’m standing on the ledge. I’m turning around, looking at…me? A cheezy, winking smile and salute, and I’m leaning back… I’m gone.
Down on the ground, I’ve landed on my back in an alley, nobody is around to see. I see what was in my hand now, a little scrap of paper.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be strong enough.
I’m free now.”