The dream started off with me walking down the street, but the time was set in the 1800's. The street was cracked and there were abandoned buildings lining the side of the road. I walked until I got a lightly lit building, then when I looked to the left, I saw a man dash down an alley way. He was dressed in a black over coat and wearing a top hat. I tried to run toward him, but he jumped and right when his feet were off the ground, he disappeared through a spark of light. I stood there and then headed back the way I had come. I started to walk when the sky started to fall. Everything around me was being suffocating by darkness, myself included. The air around me became heavy, and I couldn't breathe. I laid there; dying.