Yet another dream about heights. (Dreamt it somewhere between 6am and 7:30am, after I'd woken up once, which probably explains some of the physical-energy-related content.)
I was eating/drinking with some friends, and we were all sitting at one of those round wooden outdoor tables with a cloth umbrella in the middle. The table and each bench had a motor and a propeller at the base, that were keeping us suspended incredibly high in the air -- there were wisps of clouds below us. At one point I accidentally flipped a switch underneath my bench that turned the propeller off, and then very quickly turned it back on again, just as I was starting to fall. Everyone laughed and I breathed a sigh of relief and hoped that we'd be done soon. Later, everyone was horsing around at the table and leaning / tilting the table and benches in my direction, and I leaned back too -- not worrying too much, since it had been so easy to fix the bench the previous time.
The dream abruptly switched at this point to solid ground. I was in a friend's house, everything seemed normal, and I realized they were treating me differently. More sensitively. "Are you okay?" my friend asks. I remember a flood of information (not memories, but information, as if I'd been told about it after the fact) about how everyone leaning towards me at that propeller-table/bench setup had short-circuited my bench and sent me tumbling hundreds and hundreds of feet to the ground. "We thought you were going to die" said my friend. I looked down at myself and thought that I looked pretty normal*, but I gradually became aware of the fact that I felt very sluggish and had little to no energy. Felt about as weak as people were treating me.
The rest of the dream is more in bits and pieces -- can't remember it all. At one point, I was outside wandering through the suburbs and realized that I had no idea who my friends were, and probably didn't have a working cell phone because of the fall, so I didn't know who to call or where to go. Then I realized someone had replaced my phone and entered my contacts in. I looked through the contacts and found my fiancee's** number, called him, and asked him to pick me up. I don't think he ever did?
In the last part of my dream, I ended up at another friend's house, staying with them for the night. The friend said to me at some point that I seemed like "the real me", or "back to normal", or something like that, and I ended up having a passing moment of vulnerability with them, telling them that I WASN'T "back to normal" -- that I had near-total amnesia and didn't know what city this was, who I was, who all my friends were, who my fiancee was, etc. The friend thanked me for my honesty, and had a sort of sympathetic/pitying expression.
Some stuff happened after that but I can't remember exactly what it was. The entire dream post-fall had a helpless and vulnerable tone -- not anxious, like the pre-fall part.
Woke up feeling just as foggy and sluggish as I had in the dream -- and kind of impressed/entertained by the way that I had rationalized typical dream confusion into something related to the dream's plot (i.e. amnesia). It felt more real, and less like I was "going along for the ride", than any dream I've ever had.
*Note that in this dream I was VERY aware of how I look -- which rarely happens to me in dreams. Usually it doesn't occur to me, and I go the whole dream without knowing who I am -- just experiencing the content of the dream as an unknown narrator. Or I'll dream that I'm a totally different character. But in this dream I look like me, I dress like me, my hair is my hair, etc.
**Note that I don't have a fiancee in real life