You're falling into your doom, and suddenly an advertiser materializes next to you and asks if you've already heard of their new internet banking accounts for minors. The situation is so ridiculous that you realize it's a dream, and you can fly. You start flying, but suddenly you get a popup: "Flying is a premium feature; upgrade now!" You try to get a free trial, but the popup insists that you already used one with this e-mail address, so you try to subscribe to the premium plan. Suddenly your card declines, and you return to falling down, crying as more and more advertisers spawn around you, showing you random things.