Dreams of Death
I didn’t sleep very well last night because I kept having nightmares. It was the weirdest thing. I woke up 3 or 4 times all sweaty and kinda freaked out. Each nightmare was almost the same as the last, and they all involved something or someone trying to kill me.
In each dream, there was some invisible force or something that was keeping me held down in my bed. It was one of those weird cases where I woke up in my dream, but I was really still sleeping in real life. I thought I was awake, but I was paralyzed and couldn’t untangle myself from my sheets or get up out of bed. The whole time, there was this feeling of impending doom and a sense that I was facing my death.
My very last nightmare of the night started out the same way, but this time I was able to sit up, only to see the Grim Reaper sitting at the foot of my bed, with his long, bony finger pointing at me. I recall trying to punch him and yell, but I was paralyzed, just looking at this dark figure pointing at me and not saying a word.
When I awoke, I was freaked out, but I had a sense of relief that I wasn’t dead. I’m counting on it just being my imagination going crazy while I slept, but is there a hidden meaning? Was I visited by Death himself?
March 12th, 2008 at 8:53 pm
Geez Rob. Could this BE any more opposite in feeling and content than your last post? Way to bring down the mood. That being said, dreams of death are not always what they appear to be. I’ve read that dreaming about death is really a manifestation of desired change or transition in our real lives. Sometimes it’s a means of dealing with repressed emotions we cannot express, or serious events we haven’t properly death with. And the sensation of paralysis is actually a pretty common one, though I’m sure that doesn’t make it any more comforting.
You know something else? Two nights ago, I had a terrifying nightmare too. I was approached by a scary man in a dark alley and when I tried to briskly walk away, he started to chase me. A well-lit parking lot at the end of the alley-way was my ticket to freedom and when I reached it, I was sure I was safe. Then I realised I had left my bag in my open-top convertible, only to have him realise it at the same moment. He snatched it out of my car and screamed “I have your keys and I know where you live! I’m going to go to your house and kill your family!”. I woke up in a panic. It was vivid enough I remember all the details, even what he looked like. I guess the point is, nightmares never get any easier to dream but they’re still just dreams.
March 14th, 2008 at 1:28 pm
Wow. I thought I was the only one. I know the feeling of being paralyzed in my bed Except in my dream it wasn’t Death that came a knocking, but rather it was Satan himself. It was kinda freaky. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking he was sitting in the corner of my room. (I didn’t look to check… just in case). Anyway to calm myself (and this will sound so junior kindergarten) I said a little prayer, that if he should visit me again, God will grant me super powers to get rid of him. After that, I fell right back to sleep.
As for you, maybe something in your subconscious triggered the dreams. Maybe you watched a television program, read something or heard something that day that related to death. Sometimes the day’s events, even as miniscule or forgetful as they might be, can affect what you dream about.
Well it’s that or you’ll die soon. if its the latter I want that knife back.
I’M KIDDING.
March 17th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
Hey, If you die soon Rob this blog post will probably be in the Whitby This Week.
March 18th, 2008 at 7:44 am
Wow. Thanks for the detailed analysis, Dr. Tams! That part about “desired change or transition” is relevant to my life, so I could see that being true. It’s been almost a week now, so I’m pretty sure it was just a dream and not some sort of omen. Sorry Peter, looks like I get to keep the knife. And it’s a pretty awesome knife, I must say.
Spencer, I think that would be horrible if my claim to fame was the fact that I wrote about my death dream and then it came true. Although it would be decent to be in the newspaper again…