Long before I was ever into dreaming practice, probably 15-20 years ago or more, I had a dream I remember to this day, where I was being kidnapped by gangsters, held in the back seat of a car driving somewhere, I was struggling, and the gangster leaned over, pointed a pistol point-blank against my stomach, and fired. I felt it, and knew I was mortally wounded. I laid my head against the window, looked outside and watched the landscape go by and the hills in the distance, knowing this was the last thing I'd ever see, I was distraught that I'd never see my wife again, and the scene faded as I died.
More recently, I've had a few dreams of meeting my old (deceased) dog, knowing in the dream (yet not lucid) that he was dead and so I would never see him again, but being together was very bittersweet. I felt so sad, I so desperately wanted to have just one more walk with him.
Yes some of these take hours to wear off, waking up and realizing it was all a dream is often not an immediate relief.
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