posted on Jan, 13 2005 @ 09:21 AM
Quite a number of times in my life, I've dreamt of dying.
The very first one, when I was somewhere in my single-digit years, I dreamt that Freddy Krueger impaled me with a rake, near my best friend's
During my teenage years, I had an extremely vivid recurring dream, for about 2 years straight, at least 3-4 times a week. I'll spare you the long
version of this story, but it amounts to this: I was always arriving at some sort of gala in a limousine, with my wife. As we entered the building,
photographers were snapping pictures and I turned to make some sort of comment to my wife, and saw a red laser-dot travelling up her neck. Without
thinking I rush her, shover her out of the way, and then feel a white-hot blast of pain in my head. The ground rushes up to meet me, and as I fall I
hear the screams of people fading away.
After a while of having this dream, over and over, I managed to gain enough consciousness to realize this had all happened before, and I'd try to
change the outcome. I'd try to tell the limo driver not to go to the gala, but the wife would tell him I was just being paranoid, or tired, or
something, and to continue. Or we'd exit on the opposite side of the limo, and she'd get shot first, and then me. So on, and so forth... until
finally, after two years of this semi-nightly torment, I watched the entire dream from a 2nd-person perspective...through the scope on a sniper rifle,
aimed at myself. When I pulled the trigger, the dream ended.
There have been other dreams where I died, including the oddly prophetic "Four Ducks" dream, but those two are the ones that stick out the most as
being specifically about my death.