Experience: Dreamt of passing out, and became "lucid" in what I believed was transitioning to death.
This was a powerful experience. Unfortunately because of it's nature and the way that it played out my memory of it is far from complete.
I was in a very realistic dream, that I am under the impression lasted quite some time before things got interesting. I was with my family at my dead grandmothers house. Sitting in a chair in the livingroom facing the window. My mother stood behind me and hugged me, I hadn't been well and felt a pain in my lower back and asked her quite irritably to stop, the hugging was hurting me. She let me go, and I started falling to the side in slow motion. As I was falling I went numb my vision faded gradually. And by the time I hit the ground I was in another world.
The experience that followed is hard to describe, I was "lucid" as I never lost consciousness during the transition... like a WILD. I knew that I was in a dream and my mind felt clear like in a normal lucid dream. But I believed that the previous dream was the real world.. I don't remember much. I felt like I was being taken for a ride, almost like a trip(the drug kind). Lots of strange and surreal sensations and visions. Some nice, some uncomfortable.
Eventually I was looking out over the bay where I grew up. It was a warm, starry night and fireworks were shot up all over the place I felt very happy. My body started to float up into the air, and a slight hint of sulfur in the air somehow made it obvious to me that I was dying. I remember that I felt a slight regret. But it was breathtaking and beautiful, so more than anything I was moved and thrilled. The air moved me out into the sea, surrounded by fireworks and eventually darkness.
I woke up back in the dream I had come from. But this time in my parents house. I didn't understand what was going on. My sister, a doctor, said it sounded like cancer when I described how I felt when I first passed out. She said I was still alive because I was fighting death or something along those lines... I talked to all my family members and they all seemed a bit indifferent to it all. I needed to know what was going on, and after some prying they told me that I had woken up several times in the last few days, only to pass out again. And that I never remembered anything from when I was awake, so I was just as confused every time I woke up.
I of course found this quite disconcerting. But I soon passed out again. This time waking up in my real bed. Or so I first thought. I had a second to think, "wow, what an amazing dream" before a tiny toad/frog appeared in a small house, hung on the wall next to me. It moved strangely for a second or two before it rocketed across the room and crashed into me. I startled and then "my body began to laugh". It didn't feel like I was laughing. It felt like my body was, and at the same time it sat up and glided strangely across the room. I realized I had a false awakening and went on to LD.
I don't know what happened in the first part of the LD. I have the feeling it was something important, and I usually remember my LD's fairly well, but it's just a hole in my memory up till I said goodbye to someone/something and found myself in a hotel lobby. I then had a pretty normal lucid dream for 10-15 minutes before I woke up for real.
