[ WP ] You have decided to end your life . You go to the Golden Gate Bridge and jump off . The second you hit the water , you wake up .

This is it. I close my eyes. 
 
 One more second... 
 
 I open my eyes, and find myself back at the top of the bridge. A chill runs up my spine. I must have fallen asleep for a moment. I'm dead tired. I lean forward once more, but the bridge swings upsidedown behind me. I'm hanging off by the bottoms of my feet, and the world is upside-down. 
 
 I try to escape by jumping. It works at first, but after a mere second of falling, I land solidly on the bridge once more. The world it rightside-up. 
 
 A chill runs up my spine. What the hell? I take a few steps to the side; the bridge is solid. I jump up and down violently; the metal clangs realistically. I look down; there are hundreds of cars driving on it. This is the Golden Gate Bridge, no question about it. The long fall calls warmly to my exhausted life. 
 
 I shake my head to clear my thoughts, and jump once more. I'm going to kill myself for real, no matter how much I halucinate beforehand. But this time, the top of the bridge curves around and falls with me; the water recedes infinitely into the distance as I stare down to it; the top of the bridge has curled all the way down to its bottom! The rest of the world has faded to beneath my notice; without a point of reference, I could n't tell that I had stopped falling. The doubled-over bridge, with cars still driving across it (! ) into and out of the void on either side, is the only other thing in existence besides me. The bottom of the bridge swings towards me, and wraps around the top, spiraling it into the center. Finally it whips the top back around in ever-growing, ever-slowing loops, until it comes to a stop in the vertical position. 
 
 The world has restored itself to existence. I stand atop the bridge. 
 
 A chill runs up my spine. I'm shivering with fear, my hair is a mess, I'm covered in wounds, and panting for air. 
 `` Fuck...'' I whisper to myself, with my head in my hands. I try to climb down off the bridge, but I draw farther away from the bottom with every step I take! I climb back up and jump off the same side, only to land on the top once more, right next to my still-present dirty footprints! 
 
 I run across the edge, only to find myself back where I started. I lie down and roll off, only to roll around the outside of the square pole, passing only two other faces before I'm on the top one again. I dangle from the pole by my feet alone, but when I look down, I'm doing a handstand on the very same one! 
 
 I stand back up on my feet and scream, but my mouth fills with thick air and mutes the sound. A chill runs up my spine. In a panic, I jump off again, but I'm thwarted by my sudden landing back on the pole. I throw myself off again and again, only to land harder and harder back where I started. The cars honk at one another below me, filling my head with pain. 
 
 I know where I am now. As I continue blindly flailing off the edge and across the pole, screaming and hollering, a small part of my mind knows what happened. 
 
 I did n't survive my original jump. I'm in Hell. 
 
 A chill runs up my spine.
