I had this dream... there was this woman living in a marble urn, like those you see in baroque churches, and the urn was placed at the top of a huge wardrobe. The wardrobe was located in some abandoned underground station. I don't know why, but I had to force the woman to come out of the urn, but she kept on refusing. She wasn't annoyed or scared, but kept on hiding under a blanket, like the urn was a bed and she was trying to ignore me pretending she was asleep. Then I climbed the wardrobe and grabbed her arm. She fell off the urn, from the top of the wardrobe, literally squashing me. At this point I woke up. It wasn't funny
