Dying in dreams

Shot through the chest and left to die of shock and blood loss.

I've always woken up before I would die. Falling off things, being chased by monsters/serial killers with axes, etc. Being chased really scares me, though. I hate how you somehow lose the ability to run in those dreams. D:

Whenever I get shot in dreams I would still be completely fine, because of course I didn't feel the pain. And I've never had a dream of drowning unless my face is buried in the pillow and I actually can't breathe which makes me think I'm drowning..

My mom actually gave me some advice about dreams, too. I was having this recurring dream when I was younger of some witch chasing me around into a carpet factory bathroom and then I'd wake up. Doesn't sound scary, but it was to a little 7 year old. Anyway, she said that I have to realize I'm dreaming and take control. So, the next time I had the dream, I turned around and pointed to the witch saying, "I wish you were CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!" Then, she turned into cake and I ate her in my dream. It was kind of weird since she was saying, "Let me out!" while in my belly.

I'm always inexplicably awesome in the dreams that I remember and thus never have to worry about dying.

The majority of dreams I'm able to remember, usually have me being chased, but never dying.
There is a particular one that just came to mind, involved finding a job in hell, though I don't remember if I had died or the dream just started there.

Happens to me sometimes too lol

I never really died but often i just keep falling in holes and cant stop it.

i have a dream i was chased by Weltall (Xenogear's mecha) in the middle of forest when suddenly a group of lolis rapes and violate me to death.. sick..............

Holy shit man and here I thought you were invincible lol. :)

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Anyway my last death dreams were sort of a series and occurred about once a week. I would be relaxing at school with my friends and my teacher would rush into the class room and scream "Get in the hallway and cover your heads!" at the top of her lungs. The whole class would begin to panic and start pushing and shoving trying to get through the door. I would stand up and look outside and see a massive tornado tearing and ripping the entire city. And as if my glance got it's attention the tornado made it's way to the school. Out of no where I felt a tug on my back, my teacher...she had grabbed the hook of my backpack and dragged me into the hallway with the rest of the students. I sat huddle next to the wall hugging my knees, I began shaking or it was the building that was shaking either way there was shaking involved. I would close my eyes and slowly the air would be sucked out of my lungs. My chest would begin to hurt and the trees and buildings that I could see were being ripped from the Earth.

From the corner of my eye I could see something orange at the end of the hall way.I would turn, but it was if I was in slow motion. I finally turned and saw a black silhouette of a woman with orange eyes and long hair, she was sitting on the same side of the hallway huddle hugging her knees. As soon as I turned something caught my attention to the other side of the hallway. The hallway was beginning to fall apart and was being destroyed by the tornado. As soon as the destruction reached my feet I would wake up in a panic out of breath my heart beating uncontrollably.

This dream would occur over the course of a year, oddly it happened during the hardest times of my life. About every week I would experience it. It got so bad I dreaded going to sleep. I suppose you could count this as a reason for my current insomnia, how I function with minimal sleep is a miracle. The dream would replay over and over and I would see the same woman looking at me with her orange gaze and the same tornado. I kept it to myself not out of embarrassment, but more so as "I don't want to concern you with" kind of mentality. It got so bad and so real to the point were I would wake up with my feet covered in red spots and a red line etched from my ankle to the other side. As if my feet were ripped from my body. The dream itself never changed, every aspect was the same; same school, woman, tornado, eyes, wall.

That all changed in one night. The dream remained the same; I was dragged by the teacher into the hallway and huddled accordingly where I saw the same woman huddle against the wall. I again turned to see the other side of the hallway, the tornado came closer destroying inch by inch of the hallway. I broke away from the scripted dream and turned my face to the woman, she was already staring at me. I don't understand what happened, but I felt I had to protect her... This dream was no longer a regular dream it was definitively a lucid dream. I stood up and raised my arms (As if I was casting some spell) and screamed. I believed my attempts were futile and turned my head to the woman, she was standing with her arms in the air. Unlike me who was standing there like an idiot with my arms in the air, her arms were shooting air or at least something that made the air all wavy. I guess the dreamed skipped or something but the tornado was gone and everything that was previously damaged was repaired or something of the sort. And it continued with me in what I believe was the same classroom.

I stood there looking outside for the longest time or a couple of seconds (for some reason this part of the dream was really hazy or scratchy, the dream would skip back and forth.) Apparently time was fucked up in my dream. Anyway from what I can recall, I magically transported back to the hallway where I saw the same woman staring at me. I waved at her, she waved at me. Her eyes were freaking me out, she never blinked it was like they were always open just fixated on me. I panicked and started running, I was to afraid to turn around. I ran into another classroom and slammed the door shut, I ran to the corner and huddle against the wall. I closed my eyes for a moment, I opened them slowly and something orange caught the corner of my eye. I lost control of my body and my head turned, she was huddled in the other corner staring at me. I covered my head in utter fear, in this instant movement caught the corner of my eye. She had covered her head. I stood up she stood up, I walked to the center of the room so did she. I again waved and so did she. I stepped closer to her to see her face she stepped closer, I leaned my face closer to her so did she. I stared at her eyes, then I guess I realized that she was mimicking everything I was doing And it was one of those realization moment or something like words and thoughts racing in my head. Then silence, I realized I was on my knees. But she was standing, although I couldn't see it I knew she was smiling. She put forth her her and right when I was about to grab it I woke up. Thus ending this specific dream.

Lol sorry for typing this long ass novel, but it feels good when you tell someone . :)

Wow... quite perplexing. Dreams themselves are never clear, probably because the part of our brain which governs the rules and laws (our realization of patterns, and utilizing them) is less functional when we are asleep. But yours seems like an interesting case, I must say. I myself have had consecutive dreams, but they were only one or two.

I for myself, have not ever died in my dreams. It is probably because I can't imagine (and visualize) myself dying, I have never been in such a situation. I get really close, but either the dream ceases (goes black or changes scenes completely) or I wake up. Strangely the same goes for sexual dreams too...

I have had one dream that perplexed me though (and still does). There is this one girl I knew in high school which I hated, and was not very attractive at all. I hated her because she would always do better than me in band, and that made me look bad because she was an entire class below me, and she was a snotty honors student who got 4.0's in all her classes. This dream has to deal with how she was chosen to be section leader, and not I.

And so one time I faintly remember in one of my dreams I was arguing with her (probably because of how my band director defended his appointing her to section leader), getting really pissed. I sincerely wanted to just kill her then and there, but I broke up in tears. I sat there, crying, because I was so angry, and yet, unable to do anything. I wouldn't ever harm anyone for something so selfish, and it would not resolve the situation. Apparently there was a mattress there, and I just lied down on it in the fettle position, crying (Man I was such a wuss). Then suddenly her mood changed, she embraced me right then and there. She comforted me, saying that it wasn't my fault, that it was hers, that she doesn't blame me, that she didn't want to hurt me, that I could be section leader, that she didn't want to deprive me of something I really wanted. She wiped away my tears, and smiled in my face. She appeared so beautiful, despite what I thought of her originally. We held each other on that mattress, I sincerely felt a connection with her I never had. We lied there, she was wiping the tears from my eyes. Then I woke up.

I remember I woke up, and didn't really remember the dream. I just felt really warm inside, like I experienced a really emotional event, but didn't know what it was. Then my mother answered the phone, handed it off to me. It was her.... once she said her name, I remembered the dream completely. This was the first time she ever called my house. I remember distinctly pausing after she said her name, and stuttering, but trying to leave the dream out of it. She called for something completely unrelated, just asking me to arrange a time for some band event, because I was leader by seniority. However, it was a real odd coincidence that she called right after I had a dream about her.

I continued life as usual. Eventually, the dream's effect wore off, and I started hating her again. However, after this, I realized the emotional power of dreams, especially for changing your feelings for a person.

Sorry this isn't related to the topic, OP :X

Im pretty certain I have in the past but I dont really have nightmares anymore.

I learned a good trick to stop having them when I was very young.
Before going to sleep I always think of a white sheet or just the colour white... Clears the mind! :)

Dont have sweet dreams either, Thats the payoff. :(

Hmmm... I just have weird dreams. I've had dreams where I was but naked at my Uncles funeral. Other dreams where I accidentally ran over my brother (I found this slightly funny). And others where I just kind of floated in nothingness; I woke up all tingly.

Phew. My dad always told me dreams were teaching us lessons of the past and foreshadowing future events.

I hate that feeling of your voice not coming out. Second only to the actual feeling of death.

I remember a similar dream, except instead of horror-film creatures, it was like Jumanji (even before I had seen the film). I tried to climb a wall, but couldn't make it and BAM!


@Morning Star Even though you didn't die in you dream, I had to give you a +rep for that story. Very captivating.

I sometimes have dreams like that. Most of my dreams is like having a regular day. Once I wake up form that dream, a couple of days, months or even years pass and at times when Im doing work or fishing and I have that feeling that I've done this already, what I mean is what I was dreaming it ends up happing in real life. Though thats just me now, but this has been happening ever since my 6th grade years. To me seeing someone die in my dreams is something I don't want to dream.

I see it as liberating. I wont go as far as saying I'm completely fearless of death, but I truly feel that facing my mortality in the dream world has made me more easy-going in the real world; to actually "let go" as one could call my mom's advice.

Though, it hasn't had the Hollywood affect where i go out and start living each day like it's the last. That's just stupid and I'm far too lazy.

All of my dreams used to end with me falling to my death. No wonder I have a fear of heights.
Now my dreams just end on an awkward silence.

I did not know there was a "dream" section. Wha'ca know :P

hey i die almost in every dream!(lol).soul slayer your mothers advice works.-since i was a kid when i was in a very scary nightmare ithat i couldnt stand i was trying to find a way to die so i could wake up us soon as possible!-and it worked!

I've dreamt of death many times. I have what some call the "Self sacrifice mentality." I've always had the ambition of dying in some glorious, chivalrous way in which I would be remembered for a long time.

Usually they come about with some sort of survival situation, (Zombie outbreaks, terrorists taking over the school, military invasion, non-zombie viral outbreaks) those sorts of things. IN nearly all of them, I act as I normally would, fighting for survival, gathering and saving survivors. Usually they end with me giving my life to save someone elses, typically at the end in a climactic death, such as me carrying them from the battlefield only to die of my wounds after having given them over to the paramedics.

So as you can see, I've got a case of the "I want to be a hero" disease.