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    I Had A Nightmare The Other Night-1

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    The document describes a dream the author had about bungee jumping and their fear of heights. In the dream, they fell only a short distance while bungee jumping and dangled dangerously below the bridge. The author then recalls seeing a film about bungee jumping which made them never want to try it. They describe being terrified of heights, such as when a colleague described parachuting. Later, while on a trip to the seaside, the author slipped on a foggy cliff but was rescued after being stuck halfway down for half an hour.

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    The document describes a dream the author had about bungee jumping and their fear of heights. In the dream, they fell only a short distance while bungee jumping and dangled dangerously below the bridge. The author then recalls seeing a film about bungee jumping which made them never want to try it. They describe being terrified of heights, such as when a colleague described parachuting. Later, while on a trip to the seaside, the author slipped on a foggy cliff but was rescued after being stuck halfway down for half an hour.

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    The document describes a dream the author had about bungee jumping and their fear of heights. In the dream, they fell only a short distance while bungee jumping and dangled dangerously below the bridge. The author then recalls seeing a film about bungee jumping which made them never want to try it. They describe being terrified of heights, such as when a colleague described parachuting. Later, while on a trip to the seaside, the author slipped on a foggy cliff but was rescued after being stuck halfway down for half an hour.

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    I Had A Nightmare The Other Night-1

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    The document describes a dream the author had about bungee jumping and their fear of heights. In the dream, they fell only a short distance while bungee jumping and dangled dangerously below the bridge. The author then recalls seeing a film about bungee jumping which made them never want to try it. They describe being terrified of heights, such as when a colleague described parachuting. Later, while on a trip to the seaside, the author slipped on a foggy cliff but was rescued after being stuck halfway down for half an hour.

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    I had a nightmare the other night.

    I dreamt I was bungee jumping, that's when you


    throw yourself off a bridge and your feet are attached to an elasticated rope that pulls
    you back again. I didn't do the jump properly, in fact, I did it extremely badly because
    I fell only a few metres and was dangling dangerously just below the bridge for ages.
    Then I woke up and thanked my lucky stars enthusiastically that it had been only
    a dream. I lay quietly in bed the following morning and wondered how I had come to
    have such a terrible dream. Never would I contemplate the idea of jumping off a bridge
    with or without an elasticated cord. Then I remembered I had seen a film on the
    television the night before showing some students bungee jumping. The funny thing
    about this strange sport is that you often see people jumping off but you never see them
    come back. As I said, in no circumstances could I be persuaded to do it for the simple
    reason that I am terrified of heights. I remember once sitting petrified at my desk at
    work listening to a colleague describing how he had jumped out of a plane by
    parachute on one occasion in order to raise some money for charity, I can recall how I
    almost fell off my chair in fear. No sooner had he finished telling his story than I had to
    get up and go and lie down quietly in a darkened room. I can still remember one
    incident that illustrates my fear of heights — I haven't got over it yet and it's still very
    vivid in my mind.
    I never have to find an excuse to go to the seaside. I always agree to it when
    someone suggests going to the coast. I never can resist the sight and smell of the sea. A
    trip had been planned for the weekend. I always used to pack the night before one of
    these trips and invariably I rarely slept in anticipation of the event. That's what comes
    of working in a large city day in day out. We set off early and reached our destination
    quite quickly at about 11 a.m. Hardly had we finished our morning coffee in a small
    cafe when it started to rain really heavily. Then we decided to drive around to the front
    and watch the sea as it pounded violently against the beach. We were just going to
    abandon the whole idea of staying there any longer when the sun made an appearance
    suddenly.
    As quickly as the rain had started equally as speedily it stopped. We all got out of
    the car and walked slowly up the cliff at the end of the town. Usually you get a
    magnificent view of the bay at the top but on this particular afternoon rarely had I seen
    so much mist. And that, in a manner of speaking, was my down fall. Although I knew
    this particular piece of land quite well, the fog had obscured the edge of the cliff and
    although I was walking very slowly as I always do on high ground, I stepped on a piece
    of grass which I thought was solid but soon discovered was anything but. I slipped
    immediately and began to descend almost as if I was nearly doing a slow motion bungee
    jump only this time I was the right way up. With a jolt I stopped abruptly and realized
    I was going nowhere. Only then did I start to panic. I could hear the sea but I didn't
    dare look down and I started to yell as loud as I could. I waited patiently on my little
    edge for at least half an hour while I was being assured that help would come soon.
    Eventually a rope was dropped down to me and I gradually hoisted myself up to
    the top of the cliff. By now the mist had cleared completely and I took a quick look
    down to discover that I had only been about half a metre from the beach. But I thought
    I'd conceal that information subtly.
    After all, it would have spoilt the hero's welcome I received.

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