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I have a recurring dream. Every time I sleep out in the living room of my house this dream shows it's ugly face. First in the dream I start out on a ship. My brother is always with me on the ship. We crash into a rocky shore of a hilly island. We walk through the foggy woods for hours and just when my brother stats to complain that it's taking too long for the pancakes to be done (no I'm not making this up), we come upon a house. We run up to the house and knock on the door. As we wait for the people who live there to come to the door, water starts converging on us from the way we came. We panic and take off running down a country lane with corn fields on either side. The water gets higher and higher, and soon, I never know how it happens but the water is over my head. I can see my brother still floating on the surface looking for me. I swim to the top, but every time I'm about to surface the water level rises a foot or two. A couple of times I suck in water. I start to desperately need air. I swim to no avail. As I just am about to take a full breath of water my eyes shoot open and I gasp for air. I learned from my mom who watched me have one of these dreams that I'm really holding my breath. On one occasion when I woke up and threw up all over the floor.
Have you ever heard that if you die in your dream you really die? Well I've never died in one of my dreams. I always wake up before the fatal end. And since that time I threw up after waking up I haven't slept in the living room. Have you ever died in one of your dreams? Do you think that you could actually die from a dream? I'm curious to see what you think.
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last week I had a dream that I was being eaten alive while I was drowning but some how I was able to remove my self from the situation just in time
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