I don't know what my name was, but I had really dark brown, wavy hair that covered the tips of my ears and a dark mustache with a little bit of facial stubble. I was wearing a flannel shirt, red I think, jeans, and work boots when I fell. I was up high walking along the girders (and I knew what a girder was instantly without being told), and I slipped. It was a freak accident. My foot slipped and I fell. I tried to catch myself, but my hand couldn't grip the girder. My hands half slipped/half bounced off the girder as i made a grab for it. I think it was the WTC because the New York skyline really hits a nerve with me. I think I had a wife and kids at the time. I know various thoughts flashed through my mind when I fell. I remember being surprised that I was going to die like this. I remember thinking I can't die like this, I'll never see them (family) again. Then I would wake up with my heart racing and tears in my eyes.
It was traumatizing when I was a very, little girl. And I was very young when I started dreaming of this. Four or five years of age. Imagine having this dream over and over again almost every night and not knowing why. I have never liked heights and I suffer from vertigo sometimes, depending on the circumstances.