I don't often have dreams where I die, but this morning I had one. It was a very detailed dream and I was semi lucid through some of it. Ill write down what I can remember.
Found myself on a unfamiliar beach among unfamiliar people. Somebody was building some sort of trampoline in the shallow surf, suspended between thick pointy pillars.
Suddenly somebody saw it and started screaming: A wall of water 100 feet high rushing at the beach at some ridiculous speed. I started running in the opposite direction. I knew how pointless it was to run at this point, but I ran anyway. There was just this growing rushing wind noise, as the wall of water was obviously moving a lot of air around.
There was a small lagoon further inland, and I jumped into a something like a rubber jet-ski type thing. It was going far too slowly. I didn't look back, just felt the tremendous power of the water rushing closer and closer. The "rubber jet-ski" got a puncture and started sinking, which made me let out a mirthless little laugh.
Strangely enough I made it to the other side of the little lagoon and got out to take refuge behind a wooden shack. There was a very beautiful but very hysterical girl next to the shack as well. Then the rushing noise grew louder and louder and finally it struck. I felt no pain. I died... and woke up.
What struck me was the detail of the dream, it all felt very real and detailed. One thing I did notice was that the water never pulled back, not sure if it is ALWAYS supposed to, but anyway. It was fun but also scared the crap out of me, this dream.
Found myself on a unfamiliar beach among unfamiliar people. Somebody was building some sort of trampoline in the shallow surf, suspended between thick pointy pillars.
Suddenly somebody saw it and started screaming: A wall of water 100 feet high rushing at the beach at some ridiculous speed. I started running in the opposite direction. I knew how pointless it was to run at this point, but I ran anyway. There was just this growing rushing wind noise, as the wall of water was obviously moving a lot of air around.
There was a small lagoon further inland, and I jumped into a something like a rubber jet-ski type thing. It was going far too slowly. I didn't look back, just felt the tremendous power of the water rushing closer and closer. The "rubber jet-ski" got a puncture and started sinking, which made me let out a mirthless little laugh.
Strangely enough I made it to the other side of the little lagoon and got out to take refuge behind a wooden shack. There was a very beautiful but very hysterical girl next to the shack as well. Then the rushing noise grew louder and louder and finally it struck. I felt no pain. I died... and woke up.
What struck me was the detail of the dream, it all felt very real and detailed. One thing I did notice was that the water never pulled back, not sure if it is ALWAYS supposed to, but anyway. It was fun but also scared the crap out of me, this dream.