I've died a few times. Once I was shot to pieces, another time my family and I were on a train heading towards ground zero and watching the mushroom cloud of an atomic bomb, another time we were camping and a tidal wave washed over us. I didn't feel any sensations of pain or even distress, just acceptance.
On the other hand, I've had dreams where people I love are dying or have died and I've woken up distraught.
Death is a common symbol in my dreams. Once I dreamt about a friend being murdered by having his shirt and jacket being pulled up over his face. Our friendship pretty much ended the next day.
Another time a "thug" version of my husband pushed a younger version of me out in front of the car I was in with a normal version of my husband (confused?) Then the "evil" version shot the in-car version in the forehead, killing him instantly. This symbolised the beginning of a significant challenge in our marriage.
Recently I was walking towards a funeral with the head teacher from my work. The next day he announced his resignation.
September 11 was particularly interesting too but this post is long enough....
"A dream is a question, not an answer."
(Therapist and dreamworker Strephon Kaplan
Williams)
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