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I really only remember dying vividly in one particular dream. Usually if I die in a dream, it's something silly, like falling off a building and then waking up with a start. But this one time, I remember actually feeling despair at the fact that I was gonna die.
I have this recurring dream, where I'm wandering through interconnected houses. Like if you took all the nice, normal family homes on a neighborhood block and squished them together so all the outside doors would open into other houses. Some of the houses are well lit, and contain people that are doing everyday stuff like watching TV, eating, reading, cleaning, whatever. The thing is I can't interact with them in any way. I feel like I can push and nudge them, but either they're simply incapable of realizing i'm there, or they're trying profoundly hard not to notice me. And some of the houses look nice and normal, except the lights are off. There are no people, but there is usually "something" there. Like an evil spirit who wants you to get the fuck out. If you act like one of the oblivious people and just walk straight through like you're on a mission, nothing will happen. But if you start to loiter or look around, bad things start to happen. Like every time you turn around, more stuff/furniture/garbage will be in the room. Or something will fucking move from under a sheet, or sounds of something shuffling like it's getting closer. So I spend these dreams wandering around, kind of observing the oblivious people, trying to hurry through the dark rooms, except even watching the oblivious people is kinda creepy, and I never feel like I can stay watching one person for too long.
This one dream in particular, I did exactly that. There was an attractive lady, maybe 40 years old, she wasn't a bombshell or anything, but for some reason she just stood out from all the other people in houses. I think it was because she seemed slightly upset, like her eyes were kinda nervous. Which is unlike all the other people who seem totally content to just lounge around in their houses. I remember she was just drinking coffee and sitting at the table and worrying, which is what made me stop and really look at her. I just ki…
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