The second dream I had was on the second Saturday night we'd been there (23/1/99). It was also a 'death dream' but with a completely different feeling to it. I was in Sydney with Anita looking at a new apartment by the sea. The apartment was high up and had a beautiful view. We'd invited people around to have a look and I was showing one of them around. As we came to a window, I jumped out. When I was falling I had the idea that I didn't want to die and thought I should start flying. I started to fly around and landed very gently onto the beach. This all seemed very normal to me and I was glad that I had taught myself how to fly (in previous dreams). I remembered this in the dream and felt really comfortable. I walked back to the apartment, got in a small lift full of people and as the lift was going up, woke up feeling light headed.