I’ve died in my dreams repetadly. It doesn’t happen nearly as often anymore, but for a bout a year and a half, I have “the dream” about once a month.
variations on it:
1.Running through a series of dark allys trying to excape and unknown assaliant, I’d feel a sharp pain, and see a bullet explode out of my heart.
2.“Wake up”, just in time to see the flash of the nuclear explosion 5 blocks away.
3.“Wake up”, right in the middle of having a heart attack. Wake up for real a second later.
- Fall, and hit bottom.
5.“Wake up”, and realize that my feet have been crudely amputated.
6.“Wake up”, and realize I’m the last person left alive on the planet, and I have about 5 seconds to make my peace before I die to. I think this one was about a plague, or something.
7.Recieve a mental fax: “Couldn’t think of anything this time around. You’re dead”. Geez, even my subconsious is a wiseass.
8.The worst one by far: My father (who had been dead for over 16 years) came back, drug my brother into another room, shot him, then came back into the living room (where I was frozen), and shot me in the chest. This dream doesn’t mystify me: My dad commited suicide, and I know I still have the odd demon in my psyche.
So, if you ever see a news report about some guy getting killed more times in the space of an hour than Kenney’s accumulated deaths, you’ll know it was me.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.