If You Die in Your Dream… · 23 November 2024
I have the answer to the question, “If you die in your dream, do you die in real life?” And (spoiler alert) the answer is definitely, “No.” At least I didn’t.
The question of dying in real life when you die in your dream is a strange and morbid question to be sure, but we have this strange fascination with death. I am sure part of the reason is that we wonder what happens after death. (Which is a question I am not going to delve into in this particular blog post. But it was a thought provoked by the first thought.) We also know that death is just a part of life. And I am sure there are many other reasons why we think about death.
Personally, I am not that fascinated with death, but I am glad that I now know the answer to the question about dying in your dream. At least I am sure for me.
The reason I know that you do not die in real life if you die in your dream is because I did not die in real life even though I died in my dream. No. I was not falling to my death and woke up during the fall. I actually died. And upon my death in my dream, I woke up.
You wonder, “What was said dream where you died?” I am so glad you asked.
I am not sure where I was. I just know that wherever I was, somebody said, “Watch out for the bear.” Or something like that. Which was when I saw a huge bear rushing down some hillside. Or maybe crashing down the hillside is more appropriate. This huge bear was knocking down whatever was in its path. And it was moving toward my right. I looked in the direction the bear was heading and saw a tent where I saw three people I love. I am not sure who they were, but I know that they were precious to me. Probably my three sons. But like I said, I am not sure who they were. I did see that the tent was down around their ankles. It must have been set up at one time, but the three were standing in terror wondering how to get away from the bears. I say bears because as I turned to look back at the bear coming down the hill, I saw at least one other bear going a different direction. These bears were grizzly bears or brown bears of some kind. And like I said, the bear coming down the hillside was huge. I turned back to the tent to try to save my three loved ones. I did not know what I was going to do, but I had to get there. I tried to run, but as in all my dreams (that I remember) I was running like I was running through molasses (as if anybody really knows what running through molasses actually feels like). I eventually got to the tent. I do not know why I did it, but I raised the tent above my head. I could not actually get the tent back up, but I was able to hold it above my head. I looked around to comfort my loved ones, but they were gone. I was left alone. At least my three loved ones were not in danger. They were safe. I actually lowered my hands so that the tent was draped over my head. That was when it happened. I felt and saw a huge bear tooth enter my right carotid artery. I knew I was dead, and I woke up.
It is interesting thinking about the dream. I know that the bear had to have been huge enough to enclose my whole head because of the angle that the tooth came into my neck. I also know that the bite ended my life because I woke up. Proof positive, right? Okay. So not quite proof positive, but pretty close. I mean the bear probably bit my head off rather than let my body exsanguinate in its mouth. Right? (By the way, I did not just want a reason to use the word “exsanguinate” in a sentence. I really do not think using “bleeding out” was an option.) Anyway. I do think that the bear had to have bitten my head off. Which means that I died in my dream. And since you are reading this, we all know that since I died in my dream and am alive in real life, the answer to the original question is “No.” We do not die in real life when we die in our dreams.
Now, before you argue with me that I did not really die in my dream, I want to point out the other questions that come up about dreams.
People think that dreams are messages from God. Or they think that they are visions of the future. Or they think that they are message from ourselves, messages of our fears or of our hopes and dreams. While I think these can all be true at one time or another, I do not think any of these are true about my particular dream. Jesus did not visit me saying to stay out of the woods. (Although I have decided not to run in the woods by myself, but that is a completely different story. And not a story about bears.) So while I do think that we can get different messages from different sources at different times from our dreams, I do not think that I was getting any messages from any source through this particular dream. Except the answer to the burning question.
Two last things about dying in your dreams.
I know that there is nobody from the other side of the question who can refute my conclusion. After all, if they had died in their dreams and in reality, they could not come back to refute me. Which is not an argument against me. Or at least not one from evidence.
The last thing is that there are surely people who would argue that I did not really die in my dream. After all, I am alive, so I could not have died in my dream. That is certainly a circular argument, but it deserves a final comment.
I did not go back into my dream to see if somebody either sewed my head back onto my body or stopped the bleeding in time to save my life. Nor did I think that the bite left any question of those options. The bite ended my life. No lucid dream changes. No heroics. End of life. End of story. Again, not really an answer or an argument, but the best I can offer.
Which brings us back to the original thought. People do not die in real life when they die in their dreams. At least I did not.
© 2024 Michael T. Miyoshi
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