I was eating dinner with a group of about 12 people in a fancy, futuristic style restaurant. A few metres away from the table we were eating at, was an opening in the floor, with a railing around it, about 1 meter wide and 6 metres long.

After we finished eating, the restaurant host motioned for us to gather around the slot in the floor. Far, far below were mountainous ranges of worn down, barren hills. Some of the ranges were black, with stripes of red liquid running down their sides.

Suddenly, three men climbed up on the railings and jumped. I became aware that the things I saw falling through the sky were all people, falling to their deaths to create the red stripes for the entertainment of the restaurant patrons. The host held out his arm and beamed at us looking for approval.

I knew at that instant, in the way you change from one locale to another in dream reality, without actually travelling anywhere, that the three men who had jumped, and the other people falling to their deaths, had all jumped for money, money that would go to their families in return for their "work". I did not know if I was really with the party I had just eaten with or if I was a person who would have to jump, in order to feed her family. I think I had the option of being with the dinner party, as long as I played along and did not comment on the inhumanity of the entertainment. I think I was also in shock.

The three men who had jumped looked South American, though they could have been Tibetans or Malays – those peoples who live between China/Japan and India, who look, to my eye, like South Americans (or vice versa). They wore colored, striped, Alpaca wool, aviator style hats.

Last, but not least, these people were jumping for something like $50, less than what we'd each spent on dinner.