Recently I had two dreams where I died knowing 100% that I was going to die because as usual I was almost 0% Lucid in those dreams
Because of this, the fear and other emotions I felt when I died was UNBELIEVABLE! Here is the first dream because the second one is quite long and I'm feeling lazy.

I forgot most of the beginning of this dream but I remember my dad telling me that we are going to kill ourselves. I forgot why he wanted this but I remember vividly my dad saying that we were "escaping".We got into a lineup with a bunch of other people. I was feeling really scared by then because I didn't want to die. I told my dad this, but then he just said "be brave". eventually the lineup came to an area with fences on either side of us and there was a devil leaning on the fence.

One by one, people from the line would step up to the devil who would snap his fingers and the person would fall dead. I was terrified when I saw this. I was not only scared because I was going to die, but also really sad because I was never going to see my loved ones again. (I'm an atheist so I don't believe in afterlife)

When the person who was in front of my dad dropped dead, my dad started walking towards the devil, I grabbed him begging him not to go and begging him to take us home so we can be happy. But he only shook me off and ran towards the devil who snapped his fingers.The pain and anguish I felt when I saw my dad drop before me was so much that my bad 15-year-old vocabulary and grammar skills can't describe.

Now everyone was looking at me expectantly. The devil said "come". I stared at my dad's body and started walking towards the devil. At that moment I wished and hoped with every inch of my heart that there was some sort of afterlife, so I can see my dad and loved ones again.Now the reason I didn't just run away was because for some reason in the dream, I felt as if there was no way of escaping.

I felt such an incredible amount of fear as I approached the devil. When I reached him, he snapped his fingers and everything went black. I was dead and I knew it 100% so you can imagine my surprise when I found out I could breathe! "wtf" i thought. I opened my eyes and realized it was a dream. I felt such an enormous amount of relief and I ran out of bed and hugged my dad.

Thats the end of the dream! So what do you guys think? Have anyone of you died knowing for certain that it's the end of you?