[Terminal Est]

I recall two dreams in which I died.

One of them, mobsters came into my house, killed my father, and then shot me in the stomach with a shotgun. I fell to my knees, and everything went white. I woke up then.

In another dream, I was in these little woods that were down by the river close to where I live (The same place the mobsters came to.) but there were zombies everywhere.

I was trying to fight them off (I had Xena's sword for some reason.) but they got the better of me. I was trying to fight them off, but I could hardly put a dent in any zombie. My mind knew that in real life, I am not very strong, and nor do I know anything about using swords. This sense of personal reality made to me the dream even stranger.

The zombies were eating me, and the sword fell from my hands and I fell to my knees. Exactly like in the other dream.
I was full of blood, and in the woods far away, I saw an angel coming for me. She had a warm smile. Even though she had wings (It appeared to be female anyways.) she was not using them. Plus she was wearing a red dress...before she got to me though, I died of blood loss I guess, in the dream..or perhaps I was already dead. But I died. this, the angel was the representation of such a fact.

You know, like how you always seem to know what is, in certain dreams...

All this just to say, I die in my dreams, but nothing ever happened to me.

Well, maybe I have cancer and I know it not, or some such thing..