I was at the top of a precipice with a few other people. The peak was flat but barely big enough for the gunmetal table and chairs and the three of us. We were surrounded by 1000-foot drops on all sides into a very deep valley. It was sure to induce vertigo although for some reason, I wasn't scared during the dream itself. We were having a picnic.
Then I realized I was alone there. Strangely enough, I didn't remember anyone falling off or flying away. Then one of the chairs overturned and fell down into the valley. My chair wasn't too steady either. But still I just sat there and started on the dessert.
I was in a room with a very high ceiling. My feet were sore and apparently the cure for that was the green goo that was dripping down from a pipe high up near the ceiling. I was on the floor on my arms and knees while the goo came down and splashed on my soles. And while this was happening, I was crying and saying "Don't blame him. He couldn't have known" over and over again. Then I got up and just stood, ankle-deep, in the puddle of goo.