My dream was a dirty world filled with crime. I remember a large rundown building with approximately five stories. The building was full of drunken hobos, convicts, and gangsters. Well something happened and everyone turned on each other. I was in this dream. I was on the roof in the thickest part of the fight but I was not struggling to stay alive. In fact, I seemed to be enjoying my time up there, throwing people off the top of the building.