I had a similar dream last week as well, however, the only difference was that it wasn't Masa, it was my friend Dennis who fell. Oh wait, no, there's another difference to. While we aided Masa and called an ambulance for him and stuff, we just made fun of Dennis AND THEN called an ambulance.
I wonder what this means for me...
Also, I had a dream last week where my dad went on a killing rampage and tried to kill me and my mum. It was really tense. Also, Martin Scorsese was there for some reason. At one point, my dad was lying unconscious on the floor and a pool of blood. Scorsese checked his vitals and then to the shock of his life, my dad quickly woke up, grabbed the handaxe next to him and started viciously hacking and slashing at him. I was right behind Marty and ran the hell out of there. Marty died and my mum and I ran downstairs as quickly as possible, our hearts beating like wildfire. We escaped from our dad and got into a car and drove out of there. Reminded me of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining (I haven't watched it.)
So umm yeah, neckbreakers and outlandish killers. The kind of stuff dreams are made of. ;D