I was walking down a ramp with a strong feeling of having done something of great importance. As I walked along, one woman said to another (although I was not conscious of seeing either) that mine would have made the sixth abdication in a century. I had a feeling then of belonging to English royalty.  As I went into the street, it was raining, and I had to walk carefully, for it was very slippery. It was at night, and the lights from the shops on the streets reflected on the wet pavement. I began to cry, and a friend of mine came up to me to beg me not to commit suicide. I assured her that I wouldn't, saying that a five-minute walk in the rain would fix me up completely. I then lay down on the pavement and cried and cried. Interpretation My act of abdication produced in me a most intense feeling somewhere between the martyristic and brave "I can take it" attitude. My friend who begged me not to commit suicide, I realize, has appeared before in a minor part in a recent dream. I do not know why, for I see her seldom, and am not on intimate terms with her, although we have known each other since kindergarten days.  The walking down a ramp, which I was sure it was although it more resembled the balcony in my high school gym, is not surprising, for the day before the dream I had ushered at two operas and had been stationed on one of the auditorium ramps. Answers to questions 2. Noble pride, caution, sadness and feeling sorry for myself.3. Actual participant4. Pleasant5. Ramp of high school gym, rainy street.6. No7. No.