I clicked this thread because I died, and stayed dead, for the first time in my dreams only two days ago.
So basically I have reaaally strange dreams.
I was in NYC and was fighting this girl (literally three times my size) and was trying to drag her somewhere, I don't know why. We fought back and forth, I'd pull her for half a block and then she'd pick me up and run back. I finally managed to pull her pretty far and we were crossing a random, fairly busy street. When we first left the sidewalk a big school bus zoomed so close to us, I thought we'd get hit and I could feel the heat from the vehicle. The light was red, so I didn't expect it to happen again.
Once we were dead center in the middle of the crossing I heard a large truck barreling towards us (I was facing the opposite direction of the oncoming truck) and it hit us.
This was the scary part, I could feel everything. The girl and I were holding eachother already so we both got hit from behind. I somehow bent at the knees first and leaned backwards when it hit and I could feel my neck snapping backwards. It felt like it was in slow-mo because in reality it all would've been seconds. My neck cracked and the back of my head was touching my back. There was intense heat radiating from my neck and it spread through my body. There's nothing to describe the felling of when my head snapped backwards though, it was terrifying. I was scared more than I was in pain. But, after a few seconds my vision turned black.
This is the part where I am now dead, to those of you who don't care how I died exactly
Everything was black and I now felt cool. My body was floating and felt like it was descending. You know when you push your palms against your eyes for a while and its black with "stars"? Well I saw something similar to that. It lasted for around 1 minute.
Now, I don't know if you think I just entered another dream but I think it was a sort of afterlife. I woke up in my parents bedroom, the room was bright like it was already noon. It felt so real. I got up and still felt that weird cool sensation and somehow knew I was dead. But I thought that this was my real house, everything was so vivid and real and I was finally dead, I was happy.
I figured I was some sort of a ghost (which I never believed in) and found my sister in the living room, watching tv. She was crying and I didn't say anything because I already knew I was dead. Even though I felt bad for her, I was kind of ecstatic. My problems were gone, it took almost no pain, and now I can run around and travel the world as a ghost! Maybe I'd hate it eventually but for now it'd be fun.
Shortly after that I woke up, in my parents room... and it was noon! How creepy and disappointing. But then I remembered my parents were out of town and I just wanted to sleep in their jumbo bed that night.
I feel like this was really long so I doubt anyone will read it but if you do definitely respond!
This thread is super duper awesome