I used to have dreams of dying all the time when I was about 6 years old and I would always wake up too. I can remember that I eventually dreamt of a man breaking into my house and shooting me with an elephant gun. Blood and guts flew all over the walls (I know, I was kind of a messed up little kid). That time I didn't wake up though, I just watched from outside of my body while this man proceeded to murder my whole family. I remember floating up towards the ceiling and thinking, hmm that life thing was weird. |
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