Dreams of dying

[Vilkate]

I am sitting at the end of a long table - a lot of people are sitting at it, laughing, talking, and obviously having a banquet after some funeral I have attended , but don't remember. I cannot see the room we're sitting in , because clouds of dense fog are moving around the location.
Suddenly, I lose my breath, the sound vanishes - I see Death approaching like a reddish-grey lightning, and its face... Nor human, nor animal, nor - nothing, it expressed grim seriousness, and the only  thing that could be distinguished clearly was its eyes - large and black, like bottomless lakes.
Coming like a gust of wind over the heads of the funeral guests, none of which notices it, the Death is coming for me.
It snatches my soul, and, on my left side I see a black tunnel opening. I want to struggle, I want to shout, to beg not to be taken, but suddenly there is nothing...Silence and darkness.
Then I find myself in a strange place, like an astral plane where all the recently passed souls gather. Everybody is confused and scared, and everything is still covered with fog.
I wander around aimlessly, trying to digest what had just happened, when a woman comes to me - she wears simple, purple dress, she is in her 30ties, with wise eyes and long brown hair.
She says her name is Beatrice and that she will be my guide to higher realms, when I ask her if I could visit a person, my Love, one last time. She sees my grief and allows me to
1. come to him in a dream and warn him we will be allowed to have some last time together
2. and after that to be able to project in the material world for one day, from dawn till dusk.
The next morning I am standing by my Love's bed, waking him up. We meet, we embrace each other, we are so happy to see one another, yet crying bitter tears, for we know I will have to go as soon as the sun falls.
We spend the beginning of the day walking around the city, pretending it is a normal day, and then we take the train to go to the seaside.
There we are standing by the sea, holding each other close, and looking at the last rays of the setting sun sparkling in the waves.
I cannot express the sadness we felt...
Over his shoulder I notice somebody coming - it is Beatrice. I know I have no choice, but my Love won't let me go... When Beatrice comes up to us, she simply says that They have decided not to separate a love so great and that I could stay.
And then we stand in the yellow sand under the flaming evening skies, amazed, crying with joy, thanking God for the miracle, while Beatrice literally climbed up the sunlight until vanishing in the Sun.

[El-Bortukali]

Death must be the most beautiful being ever.

awesome dream

[Nay]

I've died several times in dreams and or projections.. it was never so.... Hollywood is the only way I can describe it..  rock on!

[Vilkate]

I've had several dreams of death and dying, all of them end with me waking up in tears, but this was the most detailed of them all.

[Nay]

Do you believe in reincarnation and if you do, do you think that some of your dreams of dying were that of past-lives?

I'm pretty sure a few of mine were.

[Vilkate]

I believe in reincarnation, and I am 99% sure that in one of my dreams I experienced the last events of my previous life. The dream was very real and vivid, with details of reality that I didn't know before.

Nay, if it not a secret, who do you suppose you were before?

[Nay]

The ones where I died:  One,  I was either a Mayan or Egyptian.. I really don't know, but I was a little boy, oh, I'd say around  7 or 8yrs old.  I was messing around where they were digging and it caved in behind me.  The dirt did not crush me, but I knew if I looked back, I would freak out seeing that wall of dirt behind me.  Btw, the tunnel I was goofing in was at a slight angle.. anyways, I started to float out of my body and above the scene.  I saw whom I knew to be my father (didn't recognize him as anyone I know in this life) and a few other guys and they were frantically digging out my body.  They got me out and I saw that my lips were blue.  Actually when they pulled me out, that is when I realized how old I was.  Then I woke up.

The second one I was once again some Mayan or Inca... female, late teens, or early twenties.  I was walking at night on these weird.. alley, or streets.  I have drawn a picture of it, but it is hard to describe.   A man step out of the shadows and stabbed me once in the stomach.. it was a weird sensation, but didn't hurt at all.  I got cold,  but was really calm and then blackness and floated up again..LOL  then woke up.

OK, that is a couple, lets here the details of yours!!  

[Vilkate]

Sure!

So, I've had only one dream I remember which, to my mind, shows a past life of mine.

I "awoke" in this dream as a completely different person, knowing all my background, the time I live in, etc. It is France, the time of Great Revolution. I am a young man (now, I'm a girl) in his late twenties, with proud face and curly , brown hair, and funny mustache ( ), apparently quite well-situated, because my clothes are all new and beautiful. And, what is the most interesting, I am a lover of Marie d'Antuanette.
I am getting dressed in my residence, putting on a dark cloak and a fine hat, decorated with a white feather. I've got a letter that says I have to meet somebody by Notre Dame de Paris, concerning a political matter.
(Well, being the lover of such a high - ranking person involves knowing some up-to-date information that would be useful for many foes of the monarchy)
I leave and walk alone in the dark streets of Paris (it is night), with an intention to visit a fortune - teller I know to get an advice if I should go.
He is an elderly man with white hair that fall on his shoulders. He is seeing me in a cellar-apartment. This man uses Taro, and while he is looking in the cards, his face grows grim and he says a traitor awaits me. I laugh, knowing I am meeting a companion, and go off to the meeting place, not to be late.
And there I am, going by the Notre Dame de Paris, off to the wooden docks by the river Seine. But I am a bit worried , because nobody seems to have arrived. Suddenly, there is a crack behind me. I turn around swiftly, and there stands my "companion" in a dark purple cloak, with his sword dragged out (a very beautiful one, by the way..With a golden handle, and not the medieval "cross type"; however, I can't recall the English name for it). Before I manage to drag out mine, he attacks and pushes the blade through my chest, right in my heart. The sensation I recall..amazed. I am looking at the place where the blade has entered, simply wondering what is going to happen now. Next thing I know, my body collapses on the ground, but my awareness is still above it, so I can watch and understand everything. My murderer takes my body by its legs and pushes it into the dark waters of Seine.
Then I woke up.
I looked up some images of the Notre Dame and was surprised to find out that it really is situated by the river Seine - I had never known that before!
I know this sounds like science fiction or something, but sometimes I do have such vivid dreams.

[Nay]

Woah, nice!  

I didn't die in this one, and I've told it at least three times on the board.. but here goes again.

I was standing infront of a large group of men who where in line...in ranks I guess it's what you call it.  I was standing next to another man and I knew he was the one in charge and I was under him.  

I was looking straight ahead and very still,  I can't remember too much about the clothing, I know I had some kinda of cloak on because it was yucky outside.
Next thing I know the man next to me hands be something in a small leather bag.  I knew not to look at it yet I clasped it in my hand and kept looking straight ahead.  Then everyone broke up and I was walking alone, I opened my hand and looked down at the small bag, it had one of those strings that you pull to make it close tight.  I opened it and poured the contents into my hand, and there were some coins and a small silver container. The coins where not perfectly round and there was some kind of markings on them.  I opened the silver container and when I twisted the lid off it sounded just like I was opening a salt shaker, because of the sound of the salt crunching in the lid, and to my astonishment it was full of salt.  Well I wasn't astonished in my dream I really don't remember what feeling I had, I just closed it back up.
Later when I told my husband  about my dream he told me that back in Roman times soldiers where paid with salt.. I had NO idea and  found that very cool.

I copied that from my journal.  2001

[Vilkate]

Yeah, that's cool, Centurion!

[Nay]

OK..NOOOO laughing... I didn't know what Centurion meant, had to look it up.  Nice!

[Vilkate]

I also once had a "future" dream. I was under a glass(?) dome which is situated in the bottom of an ocean (therefore, underwater). It is not too big. I observe the sea life outside it, the water is so blue and real, and there are many fishes swimming by, also some sharks.
Then I notice some people standing ahead around a large table, they are having a feast of some kind. I come closer and with horror I realize that their main meal is...a human! A roasted man, and they are eating it very neatly. I ask them - what the f*** is going on?? And one of these people explain that, since the Earth was flooded and there is no more terrain that is over water, people were forced to live in such underwater domes. And, since the territory is  limited (very logical, I know), they cannot bury their dead - instead, they have to eat them.
Bon appetite!

[Takeda Shingen]

ive been shot in my dreams so many times i cant even count

i got shot dead in the center of my chest but i woke up after that
havent really pass away i mean i had one near death experience so nothings never came that close in my dreams