Last night I dreamt about this thing that happened in 2008. It's strange because I haven't really thought about it since then. It was the death of model Ruslana Korshunova. She either jumped or was pushed off her Manhattan apartment's balcony, they never figured out whether it was suicide or murder. They think it was suicide.
So in my dream, I was just walking through Manhattan. It was kind of cold so I was bundled up. I saw this figure dart into a building and something compelled me to follow her. As I ran inside, I saw her running up the stairs. It was sort of like the movie Vertigo. I ran up the stairs after her. Finally we got to her ninth floor apartment. She made it up a little before and slammed the door just as I got up. I opened the door and saw the girl standing on the railing to her balcony. That's when I saw her face and I realized it was Ruslana. I stood frozen in the doorway. I wasn't sure what to do. Ruslana was wearing some flowy white dress and had her arms sticking straight out. She smiled eerily and winked and then leaned back. She sort of gracefully fell off the balcony. I ran to the balcony and jumped off too, like I thought i could save her or something. I saw her as we were falling. It felt like we were falling for much much more than nine floors. Her face looked different this time, almost sinister. She had an evil sort of glint in her eye and when he opened her mouth, instead of normal teeth, she had small pointy ones like a shark. I looked down and realized I was going to die. I looked back at Ruslana who's face seemed to say "I made you do this." I heard her laugh creepily and then she disappeared. That's when I hit the ground and I woke up.
I have no idea why I dreamt this, especially since I haven't thought about Ruslana since like, 2008.