Death dreams. Some have them on a regular basis. Others don’t.
I’m one of the not-so-lucky frequent dreamers of death.
These dreams come upon me unsuspectingly, tempting me into a vivid story which always ends in the death of a human being. Take last night’s dream journey for example.
Mr. LaVeaux and I were walking along a street that ran next to a river. It appeared to be in a European city of some historical significance. Several of my friends and acquaintances were there as well, and we were all milling around on the sidewalk beside a massive stone church.
A man of approximately my age was with us. No one knew his name but he hung back with our crowd, walking and talking and moving through the city with grace and ease. At once, he fell to his knees then collapsed onto the pavement.
I stood there, unsure how to help. A friend lay beside the man, working on him. The man who’d collapsed lay there, looking up into my eyes.
I watched him take his last breath.
Now, I would love to know what this means as I can’t explain it. All I know is that I woke up feeling really strange and my day has been a bit weird. My computer threw fits all morning and only now is everything back in order both with my machine and my emotions.
Do you ever have dreams of death? If so, how do they affect you?