I dreamt that I saw a helicopter falling from the sky. Maintaining its hovering position, it came straight down. And it fell quite fast. It was dawn or dusk. The place looked like Boston. The helicopter fell behind a row of brick tenement buildings. It appeared I was in a tall building a couple of blocks away. I remember expecting a huge explosion, but there was none. I could not see even a fire from the place where the helicopter fell. When I woke up I remembered that I had once seen a short sequence of a helicopter falling someplace in America. It was not falling straight down, though. It went from side to side and wobbled a great deal. And I saw it strike the roof of a brick tenement building before it fell to the ground. Once again, there was no explosion. There was no fire, either. Anyhow, I was a bit disappointed with my dream, which struck me as a simplified version of a scene I have actually seen on a screen.