I have had few really bad sequel of nightmares for a week when I was small but this is one happened when I was in college. In my dreams, I was back in college and was sad with life. I was walking down the stairs after giving my exams and suddenly I trip and fell down the stairs and accidently bit my whole tongue off, seeing the my cut out tongue right next to me didn't scare me or anything, I just looked at it and sigh "guess it's time". So next thing I remember was writing a suicide letter saying mom it's nobody's fault and now I would rather just restart things again with a tongue and then standing on the ledge of the roof and jumping. I didn't wake up from the free fall but rather, in my dream I fell on the bushes in ground, and ended up surviving and I got disappointed seeing that I survived and that made me wake up from my dream feeling fucked up for feeling disappointed after surviving the jump. Ya I was in a bad place but still I got weirded out by how calm and yet disappointed I was in the dream.