Twoshadows

I had a very disturbing dream where I was going to be killed at the end of the day. I was at home with friends and family, and everyone just accepted that fact. No one was trying to figure out how to stop it. And to make it worse, I was going to be beheaded.

I worried about how long it would take me to die after the ax hit my neck. I wondered who would miss me when I was dead. I wondered which of my dead relatives would meet me after I left my body.

I remember wandering into my bedroom ( I was a teenager and living at home in this dream). I wondered if I should clean everything out now so no one would have to do it for me later. But I decided I shouldn't have to worry about that. I had enough to worry about.

At one point I went into the kitchen and saw a chocolate cake in the cupboard. I didn't know whose it was, but I decided that I could get away with eating some of it. No one would be able to get mad at me later. I would be dead. And I no longer had to worry about trying to eat healthy. I was going to die tonight anyway.

I started to feel sorry for myself. And a little angry. Why didn't anyone care about what was going to happen to me? I was in a room with my mom. We were looking at a magazine or something and I saw something that looked interesting. I said to my mom, "Hey, I want that for my birthday". I knew I was going to be dead, but I wanted to see what her response was. She said, "Sure, if that's what you want we can...." and her voice trailed off as she realized I wouldn't be around for my birthday. She seemed sad, but resigned to the fact that I was going to die. I felt a little bad I did that to my mom. I'm sure this couldn't be easy on her either. But I walked off without saying anything else to her.

I don't really remember any more specific details, but this dream seemed to last all day. I felt my tension grow as the day progressed. I was alone for most of the dream.

I'm sure this dreams represents some real feelings deep inside. Although, in real life I have a very caring and loving family that would never have acted like this, so this must represent something deeper. I'll have to think about it.

I was suddenly in this room with a group of people I knew. Everyone seemed happy and they were greeting me. It finally dawned on me that I had died. It had happened so fast that I had hardly been aware of the transition. In fact, everything felt so normal I commented on it. Someone mentioned that life on "this side" was so much the same that unless you were looking for differences you wouldn't notice. I saw someone next to me that I think was Daron. I gave him a small punch in the stomach and said, "Pretty much the same except for the absence of pain."

I noticed Philip was with me and I wondered if he had been with me when I died, but I didn't ask. Instead I started looking around for my sister. Finally I saw her and we started talking. I realized that she was so alive and well, that I no longer felt sad for her that she had died young. In fact, I felt happy that were were both here and dead. Everything seemed so pleasant and calm. I knew I wouldn't miss anything about Earth life.

Dream 2:

There was a huge tornado coming. I was running and trying to find a place to hide. I was in the downtown area of a big city. I first ran into a building, but then saw that it was full of tools including chainsaws that I decided that I didn't want to be near when the wind blew them all around. So I ran out again. I decided to find the biggest building I could find to hide in. I figured that would be the safest. But then I turned and saw that the tonado was just a few blocks from me. It had ripped out a huge skyscraper. I then saw the building, full of people, come crashing to the ground. I felt sick. I had just witnessed the death of so many people. I ran again to find a place to hide.

At some point I had found a little girl that I was trying to protect. She had dark blond hair and was maybe 6 years old. I wanted her to be safe more than anything. I finally found a building and ran in. It was a library. I didn't like the thought of the books flying around and hitting us, but I knew that we had no time left to find a better place. I decided to remove the books on the bottom of one of the shelves and then crawl in. I had the girls squeeze in with me. Then I had this sudden fear that when the tornado came that the girl would be pulled away from me. So I unzipped my jacket and pulled her close and zipped it up again around both of us.

I don't really remember what happened after that. This dream seemed to last a very long time. I do remember at some point talking to my friend Shannon about the tornado.

Later I remember that I had taken care of this little boy, dark haired, around 4 years old. I had finally met up with his dad who looked like Robert Downey, Jr. I remember sitting on a bed with the boy while he was in the bathroom shaving. It seemed that the world was in total chaos and we were trying to find a way to survive.

Reading something here on DV triggered a dream memory from about a week and a half ago. I had this dream while I was traveling so I didn't record it like I should have. But it is significant because I died four times in the dream. I have died before in dreams--but not four times in a single dream. Let's see what I can remember of it.

I remember I was being chased by zombies. I remember running into a pool of water to escape from a horrible zombie death. But the zombies were coming and I had to put my head under the water. I held my breath. I could see shadows of the zombies near the pool. I knew I was going to die one way or the other. I chose death by drowning. I could feel myself getting lightheaded, dizzy, and then finally blacking out.

Then I was on the run again--as another person, I think. I was with someone else, and together we ran as fast as we could trying to get away. But, unfortunately we rounded a corner and ran smack into a group of zombies. I was suddenly surrounded by zombies. They crowded around me. I could feel one grab my head. I felt a slightly painful jerk....and I knew I had died.

Then I became the other person I was with. The zombies grabbed hold of me. I wished for another quick death. But I didn't get my wish this time. I was lifted so I was horizontal. Then several zombies started taking bites out of my legs. It was horrible and painful. How long would it take to die this way? I panicked. I couldn't take this any longer. I willed myself to die. And suddenly I was dead.

At this point I no longer remember the fourth death. I only remember that there was one.