Three Death Dreams
I have died in my dreaming life three times.
Dream One.
I was lying in the middle of the road, I think on my back. It was night time. A car drove over my head. The realization came that I was dead. I woke up.
Dream Two
I was running through this jungle that was think and green. Ferns and tall trees. The brush would hit my face as I ran. I was being chased but by what, I don't know. Jumping over logs, falling and getting up, over ravines. Then the mud. Sinking in, being sucked down. Reaching up for something, anything. Drowning in the air. This was suffication. Again- the realization of death and my awakening.
Dream Three
This dream was more vivid and real than the others. It began as me taking the form of an inadimate object. I was a cup on this table trying to be like the other cups. I was hiding amoungst them. When I felt safe I became myself. Then the man/creature I was hiding from appeared. I tried to manipulate him by pretending to enjoy his company. He leaned towards me for a kiss. I kissed back. As the kiss began, he began to suck my soul, my inner being, out of me. Again it was like suffocation but worse. On a deeper level. This was more than a physical death, it was the distruction of me as a whole. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move and I was sucked empty. Death of the soul, death of the whole, only fear and terror.
Loss of the self.
Dream One.
I was lying in the middle of the road, I think on my back. It was night time. A car drove over my head. The realization came that I was dead. I woke up.
Dream Two
I was running through this jungle that was think and green. Ferns and tall trees. The brush would hit my face as I ran. I was being chased but by what, I don't know. Jumping over logs, falling and getting up, over ravines. Then the mud. Sinking in, being sucked down. Reaching up for something, anything. Drowning in the air. This was suffication. Again- the realization of death and my awakening.
Dream Three
This dream was more vivid and real than the others. It began as me taking the form of an inadimate object. I was a cup on this table trying to be like the other cups. I was hiding amoungst them. When I felt safe I became myself. Then the man/creature I was hiding from appeared. I tried to manipulate him by pretending to enjoy his company. He leaned towards me for a kiss. I kissed back. As the kiss began, he began to suck my soul, my inner being, out of me. Again it was like suffocation but worse. On a deeper level. This was more than a physical death, it was the distruction of me as a whole. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move and I was sucked empty. Death of the soul, death of the whole, only fear and terror.
Loss of the self.
posted by June-Star at 11:31 PM
2 Comments:
In my last year of high school, I had constant dreams about dying in strange and disturbing ways. Haven't had anything like that in years though.
The only one that I recall at the moment was a rather disturbing dream about having a peice of wire fed in one ear, out my nose, back in through the other nostrel and out the other ear and then being hung by it from a tree so that my skull would rip apart.
Death dreams are weird. not my cup of tea. maybe it means that you're in for some major life changes soon.
I don't remember my dreams very often. When I wake up dead, I tend to take notice. Often my deja-vu experiences are linked to dreams I had thought forgoten. Experience and forsight seem to entwine and it's hard to know what the images are based on. You might be right about the life changes thing.
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