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Last night I broke my spine in a dream and I just remember looking up at the sky as everything started to turn black followed by a sense of relief and peace as the pain from my physical body couldn't be felt anymore.

Anyone else experience this or something similar?
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>>539081427
Nobody dies in their dreams.
In their sleep yes, but not in their dreams.
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>>539081427
I died in a WW1 trench to a gas attack once in a dream
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>>539082302
False, I have died at least twice in my dreams.
Once a gang of muslims approached my car and shot me in the head. My consciousness left my body and I viewed my dead body in the passenger seat, blood spilling from my head.

The second was when in an elevator that started falling suddenly. When it hit the bottom, I awoke.
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>>539081427
To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
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>>539081427
typically that means you avoided a common endgame event from most of your other universe replays. youre lucky, this time, to not be crippled. and that time is a real dimension.
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>>539083050
To live, or not to live: that is the question. Is it more noble to put up with all the difficulties that fate throws our way, or to fight against them, and, in fighting them, put an end to everything? Death is like sleeping, that's all. A kind of sleep that ends the countless heartaches and sufferings that are part of life – now that's something to be desired. To die, to sleep – and during this sleep, maybe we dream.

But that's the problem. In that sleep-like death, when we've finally been released from this painful life, who knows what dreams we'll have? That's enough to make us hesitate, to keep on suffering, and to put up with a horrible existence for so long. Otherwise, who would put up with the slaps and insults we endure over time, the wrongs done to us by the powerful, the arrogance of proud men, the heartaches of rejected love, the bureaucracy in the courts, the rudeness of bureaucrats, and the offenses dished out by unworthy people, that we patiently accept– when we could just settle our account with God by using a dagger on ourselves?

Who would carry these heavy burdens, grunting and sweating under an exhausting life, if it weren't for the fear of something worse in the afterlife, that unknown country from whose border nobody ever returns? This fear bewilders us, and makes us prefer the troubles we know, rather than run off to troubles we don't know. In the end, contemplating the afterlife makes us cowards, and the bright color of our bravery is turned pale by our contemplation. And all our ambitious plans get put on hold while we think about this, and end up never being executed.

https://myshakespeare.com/hamlet/act-3-scene-1-full-scene-modern-english
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>>539081427
When I die in dreams it's usually a brief vertigo followed by pitch black and my sense of touch tingling until I gradually float back into my mortal vessel
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>>539081427
I had an extremely vivid dream that I was being chased by a group of thugs in a mall, I had almost made it down the escalator when they caught up to me and knocked me down and started stabbing me in the back. I remember feeling the cold knife go into my bike over and over, hitting ribs and flesh and organs and my shirt getting coated in warm blood until eventually they ran off and everything slowly went black
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>>539083661
Everything became blurry and fuzzy like I was going numb
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>>539083050
Wait, nearly every single line in that poem has a famous/commonplace idiom, did Shakespeare actually really invent English as we know it?
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>>539083661
>started stabbing me in the back
I don't think you were mate
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Pray the Saint Michael Prayer before you go to sleep: it’s good against demonic influence.
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>>539081427
Yes, its fantastic. Even getting gunned down I feel the warmth of the wounds while entering that state of total comfort and bliss
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Instant death that I know is coming and have no way to counter sucks though, fear then nothing
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>>539081427
OP is kinda funny
OP is kinda sad
The dream in which he's dying is the best he's ever had.

It's a, clown world.
Clown world



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