Dying In Dreams (Lucid or Otherwise)
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I've died in my dreams but considering I die at the end of almost every single story I write it's hardly surprising. I guess it stems from the time I almost shot myself in the head (sadly I chickened out). Add to that all the wargames I've played through the years and it makes sense many of my in-dream deaths would be in a war.
The only time I recall dying in a dream was when I was fighting in a war. With muskets. I know this because I was crouched behind a fence, watching the enemy march of the hill (I think it was the American Revolution, because I remember red) and I threw my drum at them. Then, they rushed the fence. I killed a few, but one of the enemy soldiers stabbed me through the gut with his bayonet. I remember sinking to the ground and looking at the rifle jammed in my stomach and thinking, "So that's what it feels like."
Don't remember anything else from the dream, or even if I was in any pain. I've always thought it was rather amusing, because I remember a sense of joy while I was fighting. Even when I got stabbed, I was still having a good time.
Lately though, I seemed to be able to go, "Okay, I've had enough. Time to wake up!" and my eyes fling open and the dream is done. I don't know if that's just me being in a light sleep, or if, after all these years, I've learned how to control that.
Don't remember anything else from the dream, or even if I was in any pain. I've always thought it was rather amusing, because I remember a sense of joy while I was fighting. Even when I got stabbed, I was still having a good time.
Lately though, I seemed to be able to go, "Okay, I've had enough. Time to wake up!" and my eyes fling open and the dream is done. I don't know if that's just me being in a light sleep, or if, after all these years, I've learned how to control that.
Technically we all should wake up before death. Practically, this happens. I guess you dont really "die" rather move out of physical body and thus spectate.
I cant remember dieing in a dream, altrough i probably had.
I was dissasembled to atomic level a few times, reassembling myself back (think Dr. Manhattan).
I get control of my dream quite often. but sometimes its nto full control. like i am able to change what i do, but not the settings. sometimes i can just flush it all and reinvent the world. though i do like to play in the autmatic generated worlds sometimes, its fun to run though variuos situatinos in the world my brain created.
No idea how to help you if you cant wake up, i guess you need to find a way. some say searching for a lightswitch work, or so.
I cant remember dieing in a dream, altrough i probably had.
I was dissasembled to atomic level a few times, reassembling myself back (think Dr. Manhattan).
I get control of my dream quite often. but sometimes its nto full control. like i am able to change what i do, but not the settings. sometimes i can just flush it all and reinvent the world. though i do like to play in the autmatic generated worlds sometimes, its fun to run though variuos situatinos in the world my brain created.
No idea how to help you if you cant wake up, i guess you need to find a way. some say searching for a lightswitch work, or so.
For some reason my control over my lucid dreams has been really really limited over the last year, altering the world requires a ton of effort and it is usually limited to stuff like seeing in the dark, removing pain, removing fatigue, and sort of gliding kinda as opposed to me early lucid dreams where I could completely raise or a raze a city with a thought. I think dreams just become less lucid as you get older.
after I die in a dream my conscious becomes split across a few different perspectives and it becomes super hard to properly remember after that, like I remember being burnt alive inside a burning building and then becoming a leaf caught in a strong wind skimming across a lake a brief flash of panic as I was ripped from my home then being the grass swaying in the breeze feeling the gentle pull of the wind and then being the wind itself quickly sweeping across a country side only to become a young boy rapidly growing older only to be a dog lost and alone run away from home only to be a cat lazing in front of a heater etc etc.
I think it's important to note that lately most of my dreams have been sort of hard to follow like this, the area has consistently been a amalgamation of all the towns I've lived in before scrambled randomly along with bits of fantasy worlds I've experience in the past, the town is always scrambled so I can never find my way around and sometimes certain buildings/people/objects will be fused together or seperated into their individual parts.
after I die in a dream my conscious becomes split across a few different perspectives and it becomes super hard to properly remember after that, like I remember being burnt alive inside a burning building and then becoming a leaf caught in a strong wind skimming across a lake a brief flash of panic as I was ripped from my home then being the grass swaying in the breeze feeling the gentle pull of the wind and then being the wind itself quickly sweeping across a country side only to become a young boy rapidly growing older only to be a dog lost and alone run away from home only to be a cat lazing in front of a heater etc etc.
I think it's important to note that lately most of my dreams have been sort of hard to follow like this, the area has consistently been a amalgamation of all the towns I've lived in before scrambled randomly along with bits of fantasy worlds I've experience in the past, the town is always scrambled so I can never find my way around and sometimes certain buildings/people/objects will be fused together or seperated into their individual parts.
I remember fighting another gladiator in the Colosseum, killing him, but being fatally wounded at the same time. I bled out, feeling somewhat light, then woke up. I never remember anything after dying in dreams - maybe it just ends, or I just wake up.
Anyway, how do you lucid dream? I'm always aware, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I'm dreaming, but I never bring that thought into consciousness; it runs through my mind in the internal monologue, but I never dwell on it and grasp the actual implications of it. It's just 'Yeah, this is a dream...That unicorn sure is massive, isn't it?'
Anyway, how do you lucid dream? I'm always aware, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I'm dreaming, but I never bring that thought into consciousness; it runs through my mind in the internal monologue, but I never dwell on it and grasp the actual implications of it. It's just 'Yeah, this is a dream...That unicorn sure is massive, isn't it?'
I've been "murdered" in my dreams several times. Almost always stabbed, with a knife, in the side (right below the ribs). The wounds don't kill me, bleed or impede me in any way, but they almost always hurt like a fucker. Sometimes the pain is so sharp that it wakes me up, and I have a residual, phantom pain in my side.
As far as lucid dreams go, my only experience with them has been a scant few times where I've taken control of a nightmare, anticipated the horrifying, gruesome end, and forced myself to wake up before my untimely demise.
As far as lucid dreams go, my only experience with them has been a scant few times where I've taken control of a nightmare, anticipated the horrifying, gruesome end, and forced myself to wake up before my untimely demise.
Yeah, I have them from time to time... I remember one when I was a kid where I was killed by a skeleton monster thing, in a biker helmet, that was hit by a car in the intersection, in front of my grandparents house... when I walked up to it, it stood back up and killed me...<.<
In a more recent dream... I returned to earth, from presumably outer space, or maybe heaven, but either way I came back as the reincarnation of space Jesus to save the earth, and so in appreciation, there was a festival held at my old school, where everyone I had ever met was there, including Escapist users, and while I was standing up on stage talking to my dad, the Escapist user, ShockValue, messaged me on my mobile steam app, to tell me that she's been kidnapped by the boogey man and was being held in a warehouse of some sort, and I took it upon myself to rescue her, mostly cause I figured, that if I did, she would like me, but on my way there, my dad and some random black dude shows up, and my dad shoots me, with a snub nose revolver, and while I'm on the ground bleeding out, I beat my own head in with a rock, until I die/wake up... and than everything's black, and I remember thinking to myself that I'm not mad... specifically that I'm not mad at Shock for leading me into an ambush and that it was a dream...<.<
and now I feel like I'm reciting the lyrics to a Butthole Surfers song...<.>
In a more recent dream... I returned to earth, from presumably outer space, or maybe heaven, but either way I came back as the reincarnation of space Jesus to save the earth, and so in appreciation, there was a festival held at my old school, where everyone I had ever met was there, including Escapist users, and while I was standing up on stage talking to my dad, the Escapist user, ShockValue, messaged me on my mobile steam app, to tell me that she's been kidnapped by the boogey man and was being held in a warehouse of some sort, and I took it upon myself to rescue her, mostly cause I figured, that if I did, she would like me, but on my way there, my dad and some random black dude shows up, and my dad shoots me, with a snub nose revolver, and while I'm on the ground bleeding out, I beat my own head in with a rock, until I die/wake up... and than everything's black, and I remember thinking to myself that I'm not mad... specifically that I'm not mad at Shock for leading me into an ambush and that it was a dream...<.<
and now I feel like I'm reciting the lyrics to a Butthole Surfers song...<.>
I died once in a dream. It doesnt sound anything at all like how you died.
In mine i was inside a sealed room with my father. We both knew the space outside was a hard vacuum. We were in a tiny pocket of air in a world of nothing. We passed out and i starting dreaming inside my dream. I dreamed of a lush oxygenated forest which i explored. I was aware i was dying and that this dream was just be passed out from oxygen deprivation but it was really realistic. I walked around the forest for a bit until everything started fading to white. I knew this was it. I was scared and a little elated. I couldnt avoid my fate at all in any way so why worry too much. I was excited to see what was on the other side. I thought "I GET TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS AFTER DEATH!". Everything faded to white. A very bright white. I woke up. My heart was hammering and it felt like someone had injected fire into my veins. My heart and surrounding chest burnt pretty intensely for about 10 seconds before the feeling passed. I was pretty shocked and spooked. This is all as true as i can remember it.
In mine i was inside a sealed room with my father. We both knew the space outside was a hard vacuum. We were in a tiny pocket of air in a world of nothing. We passed out and i starting dreaming inside my dream. I dreamed of a lush oxygenated forest which i explored. I was aware i was dying and that this dream was just be passed out from oxygen deprivation but it was really realistic. I walked around the forest for a bit until everything started fading to white. I knew this was it. I was scared and a little elated. I couldnt avoid my fate at all in any way so why worry too much. I was excited to see what was on the other side. I thought "I GET TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS AFTER DEATH!". Everything faded to white. A very bright white. I woke up. My heart was hammering and it felt like someone had injected fire into my veins. My heart and surrounding chest burnt pretty intensely for about 10 seconds before the feeling passed. I was pretty shocked and spooked. This is all as true as i can remember it.
I once dreamt I fell from a great height and landed and I could feel all my bones impacting and crushing within me and the several seconds of still being alive but dying and an overwhelming sense of fear and an ultimate feeling of "It's all over".
It was horrifyingly real. I woke up and was amazed. Not particularly glad to be alive but just amazed.
I tend to have a lot of dreams where things are going horribly wrong with my body like getting sick or injured and feeling every exact horrible sensation that goes with it. I don't know anyone else who dreams of physicality so real and scary as I do.
It was horrifyingly real. I woke up and was amazed. Not particularly glad to be alive but just amazed.
I tend to have a lot of dreams where things are going horribly wrong with my body like getting sick or injured and feeling every exact horrible sensation that goes with it. I don't know anyone else who dreams of physicality so real and scary as I do.
I've mentioned before that I don't dream often, and when I do, all the dreams I have are lucid. However, I'm still conscious while in the dream (i.e. I know I'm dreaming, so I just roll with it). On the times that I die or very close to death, I tend to wake up very violently before I actually die in the dream.
I've yet to understand why that is the case, as other non-fatal ventures in my dreamscape tend to end with me waking up soundly. My subconscious is always at odds with me and I guess it is always trying to mess with me when it can.
I've yet to understand why that is the case, as other non-fatal ventures in my dreamscape tend to end with me waking up soundly. My subconscious is always at odds with me and I guess it is always trying to mess with me when it can.
Whenever I die in a dream, the theme of my death is similar to whatever form of entertainment I indulge in prior to sleeping, so I quite often have really bad-ass deaths. Back when I watched "Night Rider" a lot, in dream, I once died while driving a car behind a truck. The truck's back opened with the laser-weapon from one of the episodes in it, and it fired.
Anyway, when I die in a dream, a completely new dream begins without me waking up.
Anyway, when I die in a dream, a completely new dream begins without me waking up.
As a young child, 8-11 I would have repeated dreams of one man who I have never seen before (must have been an imagination of the physical structure) who would in one way or another stab me.
I would often be there until one last breath until I awoke. First few times I traumatized then I was used to it, then one night I killed him. To this day I haven't seen him.
If there has been some long term psychological trouble from this, I have yet to find out!
I would often be there until one last breath until I awoke. First few times I traumatized then I was used to it, then one night I killed him. To this day I haven't seen him.
If there has been some long term psychological trouble from this, I have yet to find out!
My problem with dreaming is not being killed. It happens quite often to me.
My problem is that I will often wake up at night or early morning (still dark), have full control of my body, but a part of my mind is still asleep so I will see people crawling under my bed or standing in front of me, even moving. If there is light they will have some colors to them, otherwise they are dark silhouettes with very clear features such as eyes and mouths and look completely human. One time one got so close to me I could see his eyes were green. They look extremely real to me and sometimes they will speak to one another and a few times I had conversations with them. They will disappear if I turn on the lights or physically touch them. Otherwise they can stay for up to ten minutes or even more I guess. Once I saw a group of kids in my bedroom staring and pointing at me. Their laughter is what woke me up in the first place. I jumped out of bed to run after them and once I made it to the kitchen they were gone and I realized I was half asleep.
My problem is that I will often wake up at night or early morning (still dark), have full control of my body, but a part of my mind is still asleep so I will see people crawling under my bed or standing in front of me, even moving. If there is light they will have some colors to them, otherwise they are dark silhouettes with very clear features such as eyes and mouths and look completely human. One time one got so close to me I could see his eyes were green. They look extremely real to me and sometimes they will speak to one another and a few times I had conversations with them. They will disappear if I turn on the lights or physically touch them. Otherwise they can stay for up to ten minutes or even more I guess. Once I saw a group of kids in my bedroom staring and pointing at me. Their laughter is what woke me up in the first place. I jumped out of bed to run after them and once I made it to the kitchen they were gone and I realized I was half asleep.
I used to as a kid but now-a-days I do not. If I ever go lucid, it's like I activated the God-mode code most of the time. Which is quite satisfying when I'm in a nightmare when it happens 
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