I’ve died in dreams at least 5 times that I can recall.
The weird part is that in every instance, I’ve been killed by a bear. Different bears, different scenarios each time. I’ve never “dream-died” any other way, only bears.
This is one of the main reason I don’t go bear hunting.
All the fucking time. Really, that’s one of the most recurring themes in my dreams (though it may be because I remember those dreams so vividly (heh!)). Have died from so many causes in my dreams, but strangely it rarely is really frightening, more like drifting into oblivion, a feeling of relief, and then you wake up. If my real death should be like that, I’ll have no objections.
Only a couple of times that I am aware of. I have come very close and woke up while I was dieing numerous times. Bleeding to death in a dream was strange. I panicked when the knife went in but started becomming peaceful but cold as the life oozed out of me. Suddenly I felt warm again and was totaly at peace after I died.
I died in one of my ex-wife’s dreams before. I took it as a sign.
I don’t recall ever actually dying in a dream.
But I have had dreams where I was already dead. It was never clear to me how I died, I just knew I was dead. And in one instance, I was ripping the flesh of off my body (Poltergeist style).
Also, I posted this in a thread recently:
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I often have what I call “waking dreams”. Basically, what happens is, something impossible will happen that defies the laws of physics. (Usually something falling upward towards the ceiling)
As soon as this happens, it doesn’t take me long to figure out I’m dreaming. I will then tell myself to wake up. But what usually happens is, I dream that I wake up. Soon after that, something impossible will happen again that let’s me know I’m STILL dreaming.
I might repeat this process three or four times before I actually do wake up.
I guess most people would consider this a nightmare. Me, I sort of enjoy the intensity of it all. Oftentimes, while I’m still dreaming, I’ll question if I’m actually still alive, and if that’s the reason I can’t wake up for real.
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Dreams is weird. And fascinating.
I’ve never died in a dream and now I feel left out.
If I were you I wouldn’t go to any Bears games or live near any of the stadiums.
I once dreamed that I was dead and fossilized under layers of rock. I came to life again millions of years in the future; I pulled the rock strata aside as if they were blankets. There was lava involved, as well. Very cool dream.
Because this thread isn’t in the Pit.
At least a couple times. One was a very vivid mid-air collision. My buddy was flying, turned around to look back at me, at I saw the plane coming through the windscreen.
That sucked!
I had a dream where I was driving my car and had a collision with another car. I went flying through the windshield (kids, always wear a seat belt while dreaming) and landed in the road. Everything faded to black.
And then I woke up.
I think so. In the dream I was a little boy of ten or so, and a neighbor had volunteered to take me and my dog hunting with him. Everything was going well until he grabbed my dog and used a hunting knife to slit her throat for no reason. Then he turned and stabbed me in the chest. I don’t know what vital part he stabbed - I just stared at the handle of the knife sticking out of my chest and watched blood seep out around it. Until everything went black.
I once had a dream where two men popped up in the back seat of my family’s van, there was a grim piano chord, and the visuals froze in black and white, like the end of a horror movie, and I “knew” that I died. Does that count?
I dreamed I was a zombie. Everyone knew I was dead, but I was still walking around.
I have had dreams about planes crashing for as far back as I can remember. I’m never in the plane. They’re always crashing near me, or sometimes at a distance I’m trying to reach to save the people. Sometimes they are crashing down on me. Sometimes I feel myself burning up. One time I knew it was coming down and I lifted my arms up toward it and said, “I’m coming mama” and I felt myself being lifted out of the flames. I knew I was dead then, but I woke up and I wished it was real. I don’t want to die but I felt peaceful and this was at a time in my life when I had little peace.
That’s the only time I remember I knew I was already dead. I have felt the burning part many times though.
I call that, “Tuesday.”