Thread: Share your dreamy deaths!

When i was really young, about 4-7 i had the same recurring dream where me i was in the passenger seat of my mom's trailblazer and we were parked at the crest of a hill on the street outside of my grandma's house. My mom was only going inside for a second so she left me in the car by myself. The car started moving down the hill slowly and i did everything i could to try to stop it, i was screaming for my mom who was only 10 or so steps away from the truck but she didn't turn around. The truck picked up a lot of speed and was flying towards a busy intersection, right as it made it into the middle of the intersection a huge truck came and smashed right into the side of the car in front of the window i was looking out of. I woke up right after that out of breath. That would happen every night for a few years then it just stopped happening.

Ive posted a few of my deaths before, but here they are again:


The Demon Girl

A woman who was laughing maniacally was on top of me, holding me down, I couldnt move.

I looked closely at the woman and she didnt look quite human, she looked like the girl in the exorcist.

The woman took out a big knife, I managed to grab her arms, but she was strong and the knife was slowly working its way to my chest, the knife got closer and closer, it slowly entered my chest until it was fully embedded.

I woke up with a cold sweat, still feeling a kind of numb pain where the knife entered.


The Sticky Grenade

I was in a war, probably an idea I subconsciously had by watching the news too much about all of the war going on. Someone threw a grenade at me and it stuck to my head, I couldnt get it off.

It blew up and I woke up.



The others arent that interesting, shot in the head and such.

One of the most interesting dreams i have ever had was of death... Well after it actually.

I was flying over tree covered hills and the entire world was a foggy, sick green color. It felt really really good to fly, and the wind rushed pass my face and whipped across my ears and exhilarated me. I looked at my arms and my clothes began to peel away, the wind ripping long strips of it off. I watched my clothes disappear and then my skin started to tear off of me too, but it didn't hurt at all. I watched in awe until there was nothing left but bones.
"So this is what it feels like to be dead..." I thought. Someone flew next to me, another skeleton wearing a top hat, that nodded yes.
"It feels really good to be dead" I thought. I came upon a road and saw people driving. i wanted to talk to them or interact with them and realized i couldn't. The Green shade the world had, while previously exciting and exhilarating, became the description of my reality. This was an illusion, and was evil. It felt so good, but that evil loomed over my mind with that sick green color.

Definitely one of the most vivid dreams i have ever had, as vivid as any lucid. At the time, i was on a fairly high dose of zoloft, and SSRIs make your dreams crazy vivid and complex.