The World Keeps Ending!
… At least in my recent nightmares. I’m not sure what’s going on, but within the last week, I have had similar world-ending (literally) nightmares for three non-consecutive nights. I’m really getting sick and tired of them, as they cause me to awaken with horrible anxiety, sweating, and I become emotionally upset.
Each one involves the same reason for our extinction… Nuclear Weapons being fired at us. I have no idea who fires the weapons, as that is never stated. It’s just known that an enemy has fired weapons at the U.S. and in turn we are firing back… hence the all out extinction of life, as we know it. I debated writing about these dreams after last weekend’s first two, because I just saw them as random nightmares. However, after having a third similar one this week, I finally just want to write about them. Hopefully, that will maybe stop me from having them? I don’t recall the third one much, just that it was about the same issue. But, the first two are still pretty clear.
So, here they go…
The First Destruction
The dream began simply, but with a sense of strange eeriness. I was out running errands as the sun went down and the sky had that twilight blue in it. It was then that I hear on the radio that we have missiles coming our way, aimed to hit and destroy the United States. I immediately start to think of my mom and realize that I need to hurry home and get to her.
Once I arrive home, I remember asking her where my dad is and she says that he’s on his way home. We’re sitting in the dark in their bedroom and they have windows that are open up to the sky. In reality, there are no windows up that high in their bedroom, but in the dream, the windows are up near the ceiling. I remember looking up and outside the windows and just waiting for my dad to come home. Suddenly, I hear my dad and other family members coming in the house so I turn my attention to the bedroom door. My dad and other family come rushing into view and are yelling, “They’re coming! They’re coming!” I then look up and out of the windows. In the sky, I see countless missiles flying overhead. I realize now that it’s happening. We’re all about to die. We all huddle together in that darkened bedroom. We’re gripped together in one huge hug, as we just hold each other and pray. The last thing that I remember in the dream is looking out the window and seeing a missile coming down in our direction.
It was then that I woke up.
I was not feeling well when I woke up. I felt scared and my anxiety was skyrocketing. I couldn’t get back to sleep for another couple of hours and just lay there thinking about the dream. It scared me so much, and I just couldn’t wait for the sun to come up.
The Second Destruction
As mentally screwing as the first dream was, it felt like a cake-walk (seriously, where does that phrase even come from?) compared to the second one a couple of nights later. I went to sleep with a horrible headache that night, which is why I think that I had the nightmare in the first place. However, once again, it was the same theme of the world ending due to nukes, so I couldn’t understand why that theme popped up, yet again.
Overall, the dream started off quite normal. It didn’t even start off as a nightmare, and it definitely did not have the usual aura of darkness, fear, and devastation that most of my nightmares – including the first dream – have had from the get go. I think that is why this one was so disturbing for myself. It seemed so innocent, but quickly turned into a horror movie. I was in our backyard, walking around. It was a beautiful and sunny morning, and the air was peaceful. I was alone and could not hear another voice within earshot, and that was nice. I liked the calmness that surrounded me. I did not have fear or anxiety in the dream.
The serenity did not last long, though. I began hearing a plane off in the distance. I walked to an area of the yard where I could see the sky more clearly beyond the trees, and there it was. A jet was wobbling from side to side and suddenly began to nosedive behind the trees that obscured my view. I could tell that it was about to crash into the next street over. However, then I see something out of the corner of my left eye. I look up and realize it’s one of the jet’s engines that had somehow made it to that side of the sky and was coming right at our street. It looked just like a jet engine, and I knew it was one in my dream. Yet, when I saw it coming toward our street, my mind did a strange visual comprehension switch and said it was a bomb that was going to explode. It was at that moment that I knew it was a nuclear bomb that was about to explode and wipe us out. I immediately turned around and quickly began running back toward the house. It was such a quick thought, but I went from thinking that I had to hurry and get to my mom, to thinking that it doesn’t matter, ‘cause we’re all going to be dead and together in Heaven in just a few moments.
It was then that the bomb exploded behind me. I could see the bright orange flash bounce off of the house and I felt the horrible heat on me. Then, the shockwave hit and I went flying. I remember just lying there, motionless and feeling like I was on fire. My head felt like it was going to explode (probably due to the headache that I had in real life). I began to realize that I was dying. I could feel life slipping away in the dream. I felt like I was going to sleep, but I knew it would be for the last time. As it happened, I kept trying to talk, but the words didn’t want to come out. I wanted to say, “Lord, please take me home.” I think that I was trying to talk in reality though, because all that I could get out was, “Lord”, and the rest was like trying to blow molasses out through a straw.
Once again, that’s when I woke up.
This one was so disturbing for me due to the fact that I was so close to death that time. In the first dream, I knew I was going to die, but I couldn’t physically feel it. I just saw the missiles coming and I knew that was the end. However, in this dream, I felt it. I heard the explosion, I felt the heat and fire, and I experienced the motion of having my body thrown against my will from the shockwave. And, worst of all, I felt my life slipping away. My eyes were closed and I was in complete darkness, as my life just seemed to slowly dwindle out of existence.
As I’ve said, I unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on how you view it – cannot remember the most recent dream. I just remember how I felt when I awoke. I remember that it was once again about nuclear weapons destroying life as we know it, but I just can’t remember any other details from it. I do recall the anxiety that I felt upon awakening, though. I was sick to my stomach again, and could not get back to sleep. Maybe I’m subconsciously blocking that dream out now, I don’t know. But, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t remember too much about it.
A strange occurrence regarding these dreams is that they all seem to happen around the same time of 3-4 in the morning. And, once I wake up from them, I’m too unnerved and upset to go back to sleep. So, I end up staying awake until 5-6am. It’s been the same exact situation for all three dreams. I find that strange. As I’ve said in previous posts, I don’t believe in coincidences, so it makes me want to figure out why that time of night has been host to these awful dreams. Anyone have any ideas or theories? I’m all ears!
As I have stated in one of my past posts, What If It’s All Just a Dream, I have always been interested in the topic of dreams. I find them fascinating at times. So, these series of dreams – as disturbing as they have been – have made me really wonder why they are happening in the first place.
Can Our Dream-Selves Die?
I just cannot seem to forget the feelings that I had in those final moments of the second dream. It all felt so real, as many dreams and nightmares do. I cannot remember where I read it, but I once read that it is impossible for us to die in our dreams. We can dream that we are getting ever so close to death, or that we are living in an afterlife, but we will never dream that we actually die. The reason, according to what I read, is that our minds can’t fathom it, since we have not experienced our own deaths. Therefore, our minds do not have that experience to create a dream scenario for it. It is said that if we die in our dreams, then that means we have died in reality (in our sleep).
Supposedly, this is merely a myth and people have reported their dream-selves indeed dying in a dream. I have always come close to death, but never reached that pinnacle point in my state of sleep. I still find the myth to be somewhat intriguing though, because it makes quite a bit of sense. But, I guess myths do, which is why they survive in the first place.
How about you? Have any of you dreamt that you’ve actually died? Have you witnessed the actual experience of living and then that life being taken away from you?
If anyone would like to share those answers, or any dreams that he or she has had, then please do so below. I’d love to read about them.