I chose “I would rather die” option in my dream than to live.

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I had this dream a long time ago—that I only just decided to share since it bothers me recently—where I was running from a guy who happen to look like the first—and only one so far—to confess to me and asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I turned him down on the spot. It had nothing to do with his bad timing or his lack of sensitivity to the environment we’re in. But it has everything to do with my reasons. Answering all his countless questions of “what if a guy would ask you to be his GF…would you agree?” with a clear and direct “no” to each and every one of them whether I happen to like him or not should have warned him already the inevitable. It was really awkward that I am willing to dig myself a hole and get into it if I had a choice that time. But I had also wanted to cry because the timing is really really bad. Anyways, in my dream, I ran to this big and tall glass building that looks like an inside of an old clock—gears and hands and all. A huge pendulum is hanging at the ceiling some ten or so floors above swinging just above people's heads on the ground floor. I paid not much attention to my surrounding since I was running like my tail is on fire and thankfully found an empty elevator. Without hesitation I took it, pressed the button for the topmost floor and saw my stalker getting frustrated as he searched fruitlessly for me around, not seeing me—thankfully—rising above him and everything else. I thought that was over now and I would really love to have never looked back but I just can't get my eyes away. I had my breath held, my heart pounding wildly in my rib cage. Fortune did not smile on me long enough. I seem to happen to have bad luck that day. Mind you, I don't read horoscopes but that thought flashed to my mind when his eyes landed on me. He was about to give up but happen to glance up as if asking the sky for answers. And they just happen to have it. He immediately saw me and I saw his face transform with renewed determination. And I cold sweat covered me from head to toe. (Don't ask me why my dream is so detailed. I just happen to dream every night. That's all.) I reached the topmost floor and like a bullet escaped the elevator before I even fully opened. Even that floor had its own pendulum; covered with the glass material the building is made of on three sides. The fourth side opens to the blue sky and streets below. Searching frantically for a way out, I noticed the pendulum is smaller than the one I saw previously and this one swings faster. I sensed that my stalker half-way up the building. I always have a keen sense that can sense people without really seeing them. Alarmed and frenzied, I never thought about what I was doing next. I jumped on the swinging pendulum and held on until I found my footing on its bow. The sudden additional weight and movement caused the pendulum to swing erratically but after a moment it swung faster and wider that can haul me outside to the open air and I would have had I not hugged the circular stem on a death grip. Only one thought registered to my head as I looked out to the brown polluted city below, a great contrast to the clean and blue building. I have to lose him from my tail no matter what the cost. And I jumped. When he reached the floor I was in, I was long gone. For some reason, I didn't die in my dream. I had expected to die but I didn't. And then I woke up. I didn't immediately get up from my bed. As often as I do, I recalled my dream as much as I can and realized that I had preferred the risk of death without hesitation compared to facing the person stalking me. I was afraid when my privacy is being compromised. And it did happen in reality, way before this dream. Have you before experienced being stalked before? And what did you take to prevent that person from coming to you once again? Have you had dreamed of being stalked as well? What did you do to stop those dreams?