Dream About Helping Strangers In City Apartment

Lots of people i seem to know at a place where I seem connected. They are young and vibrant and I am, too, yet I am also watching out for everyone else. It's a apartment in the city. I'm not sure if I'm living there or just visiting but I'm aware of the other people and trying to help them. Everyone is busy doing their own thing, both inside and out on the street. I think about giving someone there endorsement for their project, but I'm cautious about it, as they are just starting and I don't want to give undue or premature credit. And I'm also promoting the place and maybe showing the first floor apartment. It's set up beautifully but there's alot of furnishings in a small place and also plants and small decor. Somehow the space is not as big as expected yet so much can fit in and it looks like a Crate and Barrel or Piers Import store which is really attractive but someone maybe from outside came in and knocked over some things that had to be repositioned. I see a young woman with long hair and glasses and I leave her to handle it, as she seems to have it under control. The wooden desk top and table top and shelves are modern looking with a classic feel with black metal legs and supports. And they are situated in a large window which is bright and airy but makes the apartment look like a storefront, and maybe it had been a shop before. It's a sunny afternoon with some city bustle outside. I go upstairs to get dressed. I hear a man yelling and I see out the window that he is suspended from a wire. He must have been working on telephone or cable lines up on the poke but he's been hurt and hanging from a power line. He doesn't look especially old and he's alert right now yelling for help but I can see red blotches on his kakhi green shirt that look like blood. I believe he'd already received a significant electrical shock that caused his chest to bleed. I'm surprised his face looks okay right now but I know it's serious and I don't know if he can survive. He's also dangling precariously from a wire over the middle of the street now. I don't know if anyone else can see where he is up in the air. I instinctively reach for my phone to call 911. But then I see his body drop. I think it's too late and he is either gone from the injuries or he probably would be upon hitting the ground. Now I hear others yelling and gathering around him outside. I decide to get myself dressed first. Someone else had probably called 911 by now anyway. Whatever it is that happened, I'll go out and deal with it shortly but I feel intuitively that I'm not surprised. Maybe in a way I'd even predicted this. I'm feeling detached about it even though it's sad. And the man seemed kind but he was a stranger. I feel a sort of disconnected resignation and like Robert Frost the poet once said about life, simply "it goes on." I have more to do and I continue as if before. I'm resilient and strong.