I just today remembered I had yet another skydiving dream. Or was the one last night the same one? I don't know.
In any case, last night, I dreamed that my friends and I were going to go skydiving, and I backed out at the last minute. I think I even had the harness on and decided not to go because it was too windy.
Ok, that was boring.
The other one I remember I was watching from the ground the skydivers coming down. But things went horribly wrong with almost every single one. Several ended up hitting a wire, and the next I saw they were skootching along to get to the pole. One person fell on a huge hot air balloon, and was falling off. Several people got tangled in mid-air, their chutes intermixing, and I looked away before I saw the final result. It was chaos.