Had my first dream in which I died this morning (Tuesday). Let me explain as best I can.
The dream concerned me, a friend I haven’t seen in a long time but still keep in touch with and a girl he likes. Taking place in some unknown town and the main setting being a bar/cafe type place where the guy sells used cars and junk outside. Hey, I live in Tennessee, who’s to say this place doesn’t really exist?! Anyways, my friend and I enter the bar/cafe for the first time and he meets the waitress, who happens to be the girl he develops a crush on. The dream cuts the time in pieces and as time moves forward, the dream skips to each scene in the cafe as we continually go in and my friend grows his relationship with the waitress.
Cut to a final scene in which my friend professes his love for the girl, but she very gently rejects him for some reason or another. My friend immediately says it’s okay and for the best because he has to leave anyways. He has been thinking about moving but just wanted to make sure there was nothing to keep him there.
The dream picks up some time later, cutting immediately to a scene of him coming back home after a long absence. We head to the cafe as he asks all kinds of questions about his waitress/love interest. We get there, they awkwardly associate and then the head of the cafe comes up to us complaining about how someone is stealing valuable parts off his vehicles. Remember, I said this place was a bar/cafe/used car lot.
For some reason my friend and I – perhaps because of his feelings for the girl that works there – decide we’re going to help the owner solve this mystery. So after the bar closes, we hide out outside. He goes across the street and I hide out in the field out back, which looks like a large lot under construction as there are large piles of dirt, some construction machinery, etc.
Eventually, two folks come along, an older man and his wife. The older man sees discovers me hiding, chases me down with one of the dump trucks. He wrecks it and we wrestle around there for a minute, my friend and his wife joining us. Oh, it turns out it was all a mistake. He actually stopped to look at one of the cars and he thought we were up to no good. As we all apologize, we explain why we were hiding and that we thought he was the one stealing from the vehicles.
The guy them produces a knife and swings at me because he IS the one who is stealing parts from the vehicles. The wife tackles my friend, the guy comes at me and while I’m trying to fend him off he’s slicing at me with his knife. I eventually wrestle the knife away from him and stab him numerous times. The wife picks up something and bashes my friend over the head, giving him a good beating and then comes at me. I’ve lost the bloody knife but manage to pick up a huge wrench off the ground. Not comically huge, but a very large wrench. As she comes at me, she knocked me around a bit, but then I finally manage to swing and crack her upside the head, knocking her out. I fall to the ground, my friend is coming to and the police show up – as always, late.
The dream does that cutting through time thing again. My friend is awake and bandaged up. He comes walking into the room and his girlfriend/the waitress is sitting on a stair with a hand drawn picture book in her hand. The rest of the story is told from that perspective. You see, while my friend was out and they weren’t sure he was going to make it, she wrote her thoughts, emotions and feelings into this little booklet.
As the dream moves on, the pages (with her narration, mind you – I evidently spare no expense in my dreams) tells how she secretly has always loved my friend. She was worried about him while he was unconscious because she is secretly pregnant with his child. Yeah, who knew they were THAT close, right? It was all that time shifting crap, I swear. There are pictures that illustrate various moments and thoughts. And finally, at the end of the book, it is a dedication to me. Seems I died after the knife fight and swinging crap around at the dude’s wife. Figure it was probably a heart attack – I’m not the healthiest person, you know.
And in the end, my friend says a couple of hurtful things, but comes around and announces his love and they try to make a good life of it.
I don’t dream that often, in fact, this is my first memorable dream in some time. Every now and then I’ll have a “nightmare,” which is always the same story, it just adds more on to the end each time. That one started when I was still a teenager and has continued throughout my life, all the way to my 37 years of age. Although, the last time I had that particular one was about a year or so ago.
But yeah, so I died. Off screen. I’ve had the falling dreams when I was younger, but you always wake up from those. This is the first dream where it’s ever continued after I had “died” and actually mentioned my fate. I’ve even had dreams where I wasn’t in them at all, but watching something of a movie play out. Either way, it was weird and I woke up feeling a bit uncomfortable. Looking up the meaning of death in dreams, it says it means that you are experiencing great, positive internal change. Experiencing a spiritual awakening and enlightenment about things.
Well, that’s nice. Kind of like a resurrection, I guess. Die in the dream, experience a spiritual rebirth while awake? We will see how that works out.