I had an eerie dream about dying

It was in the early hours of the morning. I noticed my dreams are especially vivid when I wake up in the morning and go back to sleep. Today, I had a 5:30 am conference call with someone in Australia and then drifted back to sleep.

In my dream, I was driving a car with the Pacific Ocean in view. The speed was high, and I was barely controlling the car because it was descending down a steep slope. It was stormy too. I don’t own a Tesla or a luxury car, but I remember seeing a big screen showing obstacles and rocks around my path.

It was a rough ride, but I was fairly calm. It was hard to control the car, but I was managing.

Until I wasn’t.

A wild spin, hard landing, a crash of sorts.

Then came the strange part, reminiscent of some sci-fi movie, where hibernated humans control their avatars in another world. Inception comes to mind; Avatar or Minority Report; Surrogates with Bruce Will, or The Matrix.

I’m somewhere in a different world — I exist in a different dimension, semi-conscious or asleep. I am nowhere near the crashed car, but I’m getting an alarm from a device near me, notifying me of grave danger — presumably to my avatar in a different world. There is an instruction “breathe” on the monitor of this computer. It runs or flashes as a simple line, like on an old-school digital clock.

My existence in this other world and the one where I had just crashed then start to merge. The world around me is dark and spinning. I’m struggling to breathe. My consciousness is no longer intact. I mean, there is still self-awareness, but it’s surrounded by a dark-colored spinning enclosure. I’m breathing heavily, realizing that the crash might’ve taken my life. I’m aware of dying and also of the mystery of co-existing in multiple dimensions, or maybe no longer co-existing — as I mentioned, the different realities are now merging (or diverging?!).

Then I wake up. I’m pretty sure I was actually breathing heavily moments before I woke — so vivid my dream was. Or maybe vivid isn’t the right word. I was dying in my dream. Things weren’t vivid. But there was a sensory overload from the awareness of dying and the multiple dimensions of my existence merging in a kind of singularity.

It was a very impactful dream. I’m still thinking about it.

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