About 10 years ago I really got into walking several miles each day. I began to have very vivid dreams about walking for hours and hours, sometimes even walking for several days. One journey I took quite often in my dreams was to walk from my house to my parents’ house, a distance of about 20 miles. It seems that it took the same amount of time in my dreams, about 7 hours, as it would have taken in real life. These dreams were so realistic that I still sometimes mistake them for real memories.
I rarely remember my dreams, but often when I do it is because they’re pretty darn bizarre, and then in the dream I think to myself “this is so bizarre, it must be a dream,” at which point I wake up.
In high school I went through a string of vivid, terrifying dreams about once a month. I died in most of them, and I would always wake up aching and paralyzed, and unable to convince myself that the world was normal and people weren’t dying in strange ways for about three days.
There are two I remember most. In one, I was part of a really odd ancient civilization…or something. Anyway, there was some ritual…and to cut out a ton of plot, I ended up getting my heart cut out of my chest (I remember this part very vividly still and its been around four years) and then it was taken to an alter and mashed with a meat hammer. The odd thing was, it took me a while to die. I had this incredible sadness, as this had also been done to my lover. I wept and was singing Ave Maria and eventually faded awake. That dream threw me off for a while.
In the other, the government was making my dad partition off part of the house and decapitate “terrorists” in it. I had the job of wrapping the heads in linen and putting them on a tray. When the tray was full, I had to carry it out to a minivan in our driveway. This whole operation was being run by a bitchy blonde that reminded me of a news anchor. I tripped carrying the tray once, and the heads turned face up, the fabric had clung to their features and the face of each man was painted a pastel color. Instead of blood and things coming out of the heads, there was dirt and roots. I didn’t die, but I was pretty freaked out.
I dream a lot. It is exhausting. The dreams are so realistic- people I know are the same in my dreams as they are IRL. Situations are entirely real and could happen any time. Mostly the dreams have me working with all the attendant stressors and feelings of frustration. I am overwhelmed and running behind schedule. When I wake up I feel as if I have already spent a day at work. It is like I am working overtime without getting paid and with no progress on current projects. And trust me, my employer does not pay me enough to worry this much. I just can’t seem to stop it.
There was a time in my life when I would have nightmares regularly. Very realistic and the fear would wake me up- I would be sweating, trembling, and my limbs ached as the nerves seemed to be hyperstimulated. It was awful. There were even times when I would wake up in a different room, huddled on the floor. Thank goodness they don’t occur anymore. But in each instance someone was stalking me and intended harm.
When I think of my dreams now, I try to analyze them in the context of what has been happening in my life over the past few days- including conversations I have heard or participated in, or maybe something I read in a book or heard on the news. It seems like each piece of my dream can be tied back to something in the recent past (a week or so at the max). Somehow being able to ‘explain’ where something in my dream came from keeps me from worrying about it, once I figure it out.
Sorry to hear that you dream of dying so often.
Sir T-Cups the dreams you have could be trying to tell you something, especially if they are so realistic. Scriptures state that God will give us dreams as ways He wants to speak to us. I would suggest praying for God to reveal any meaning in your dreams.
This made me laugh very hard.
So God is trying to kill me?
or tell me that I am gonna be murdered?
Recently now I was awakened by what I SWEAR was somebody pushing me from behind…I felt the hand prints on my back and everything, and after it happened I couldn’t move, then once I could I looked behind me, and of course nothing was there.
I don’t know what person or demon pushed me that night, but he sure was a pussy he couldn’t do it to my face
It may reflect your spiritual condition, you may be under spiritual attack, your dream 1 and 2 may mean the same thing, you may be under demonic attack and it appears you are getting hit. Those hits sometimes mean parts of you are being damaged, given over to the enemy, effecting your free will and can cause other issues.
This is common for someone under demonic attack, especially after they begin to fight back, they find that they are somehow ‘bound’ with limited movements and sometimes unable to speak.