I had several dreams of dying around the year 2000. One in which my husband and I watched a mushroom cloud rise in the distance, and were obliterated;
another in which I don't remember exactly what the cause of my death was, but what was interesting was that I continued to watch from some point
above, my body and the people around it. There was a narrator also, telling about the event.
I watch my funeral, and saw my family put my casket into a river. The narrator said, "...and she returned, three days later."
There were others, but those are the ones that stand out in my memory.
I recently had one which was sort of lucid- I was questioning whether it was a dream or not, trying to test things to determine it. Some sort of
events were leading directly to my death (something about the house, a monster or dinosaur knocking it down, I think) and I was mentally preparing and
letting go in the seconds before. But then by some weird surprise, I did NOT die. Then I was asking all these questions in my head about changing
timelines, multiverses, alternate realities, the reality of death- trying to make sense out of why I didn't die.
Didn't come up with any answers before I woke up.
But it is true that during that first phase 15 years ago, when I was having lots of dying dreams, I did go through a HUGE transition in life right
after - not only mentally, spiritually, but even physically, materially. My husband changed careers, we moved, and I completely different phase of
I am currently going through a transition into another phase, which is uncomfortable and exciting all at the same time. I am not sure what is arising,
only that I am letting go of so many things I never thought I would. It's all emptying, which is freeing. I took the dream to signify that this
transition might not be traumatic, as they sometimes are - I might find myself on the other side without having lost my sense of self so much as I
have at other times of transition in life.
I don't know. I'm getting back to cleaning my closet and throwing things out, and figuring out who I shall sell my horse to. Or give it to. I don't
know. Busy dying here.