I come back down and I walk around in the chaos I've inspired.
I head up another building. I pop off a few more shots from different corners of the rooftop.
I'm heading across town toward another building. I pass a kid. I don't feel guilty or anything but I decide I've had enough and I go home.
The rest of the dream I'm really stressed trying to imagine what evidence I've left behind that might lead the authorities to me. I realize they will keep investigating this for a long time and I'll have to live with this stress for the rest of my life, never knowing when Johnny law might come knocking.