An intruder falls out of my basement window and my phone falls apart

I had just moved into a basement apartment. I had a large aquarium with tropical fish in the rearmost room which had a cement floor. I had set the aquarium on top of layers of concrete slabs and flat rocks and was redoing it as it was a bit off-kilter. I heard a noise come from the back entryway.

On the landing were two teenage girls who had climbed in through the window, one was chubby and one was petite. They were reading a book out loud. When I confronted them they climbed out onto the window ledge which was five or six stories up. The chubby one slipped but grabbed a very long bed sheet that I was also holding. She was blowing in the wind over a swampy area and less than two stores from the ground when I began to pull her back up. She was very heavy. An old waking life classmate of mine - the slowest in the class - was helping me haul her up. Right when she could get her hands on the window sill, she lost her grip and fell onto cement directly below. She looked dead. I wondered if I should have dropped her on purpose when she was just a story or two above the soft swampy area.

I told her companion we had to cal 911. The companion didn't want to. I rushed into my apartment and found my cell on the cement floor - it was full of condensation and I noticed a shallow stream flowing across the floor near it. I was upset to discover this and was just barely able to make the 911 call on my wet phone. I was unsure of my new address.

I went outside through the back door intending to reach and help the girl, but the back door was indeed a basement door and I couldn't get to where the girl had fallen, several stories down. I ran around the building the other way but came upon ornate and steeply terraced landscaping in the front and couldn't get down. There was a cop there and I told him what happened. He went to assist the girl and I became concerned with getting in front of the building to flag down the ambulance.

I was able to get to the front by going through my apartment which was the full basement of a large brownstone. Going in through the back door, I noticed my new apartment was actually the basement of an old but functioning clothing mill. I also noticed that a small door inside my apartment I'd thought was a closet was actually the front door of a tiny apartment with low ceilings in which was home to elderly dwarf who worked in the mill. I noticed another stream flowing through the front room on the way through. The paramedics were on the way around the building when I reached the front.

They pronounced the girl dead very quickly and began packing up. They told me they were going to send me a "really big bill." "But she has next-of-kin!" I protested.

Back in my apartment, I found my phone which had almost completely fallen apart and broken into pieces. I gathered up the pieces and brought them into light coming through a front window and placed them on a curved tiled surface. Immediately, a decorative stream turned on and washed all but the largest pieces of my phone away. I was very upset about everything and wanted to call a recent girlfriend I had a stormy relationship with but am still friends with.

On the first attempt, I got a radio station request line. I had trouble finding and pressing the button to hang up as I tried to hold the phone together. I couldn't tell what buttons were what numbers, but I tried dialing anyway several times. I couldn't do it. I put the phone down on a counter near the fish tank and it fell apart even more as pieces of it rolled away.

I thought, "I am too emotionally exhausted to even cry."