I was walking along this walkway that was elevated pretty high up somewhere and I was having a conversation on the phone with someone. I don’t know what they were saying and I can’t quite remember as to what I was saying to them.
At some point the conversation ended and I had gone down a ladder (I think) and was in a lower area. I then was on some wooden beams and placing plants on the beams. Then I was sitting on one of the beams.
The next day (at least, it seemed like it was the next day) I was walking along the walkway, having a conversation once more. Then I was back to the beam where I’d been placing plants.
I was sitting down on the beam and watering some of the plants and I may have knocked one over. I’m not sure. It fell quite a distance.
For some reason I picked up some of the plants, held them for a few seconds, then let them fall. Eventually I decided I should probably go down and looked down and saw how far the drop was. My fear of heights then kicked in as it was then I realised there was no way for me to safely drop down.
The only way for me to get back was to get off the beam that I was on. The beam was oriented so its narrower faces were facing up and down respectively. I think it was hanging beam orientation. I’m not sure if that is the correct term as I know nothing about beam orientation, but I digress.
I was lying back against the beam and there was a plant between me and the ladder (I think) that I could use to go to a safer area. I didn’t want to knock the plant over so I had to be careful. I tried to raise myself up but I was struggling to do so. I kept on trying and kept on struggling.
Then I woke up.