Ok, I had this bizarre dream last night. I'm dressed in black and standing on the roof of a tall building. I think the building is some kind of casino. It is dark and windy up there.
Anyway, I jump off the roof. I am falling, but nothing bad happens to me. The next thing I know, I'm back up there. I jump off again. Again, it seems like nothing bad happens to me.
After several times, a figure joins me on the roof. It is too dark to see his face, but he is also dressed in black and he comes through the rooftop door and I walk away from the edge toward him. I stop in front of him and say, rather matter-of-factly, "You know, out of the six times I've done this, I've only survived it twice."
Weird, huh? I woke up with that quote ringing in my head and vowed to remember it until morning. It would be good in a short story.