Even before I watched this documentary on death by Terry Pratchett (Choosing to Die: Sir Terry Pratchett Comes to Terms with His Death), I've been dreaming about death for a couple of nights now. Two of them were very vivid and I'd like to share them with you here as I try to make sense of everything.
First Dream
I was with my husband and our friends and we were out in the street, dancing to some party music. All of a sudden, people became very frantic and we all ran to the same direction, all the way to a narrow, side street. Just before we turned to a corner, Japanese soldiers dressed like they did during World War II suddenly appeared and shot all of us. I can still remember the feeling of those bullets tearing through my gut. Everyone of us fell to the ground including my husband beside me. As I was losing consciousness, I can still hear Peter's faint voice describing to our dying friends how I was feeling, how painful it was and how I was slowly dying. I woke up out of breath. Apparently, I was really trying not to breath as well . That was so scary!
Second Dream
This one was a lot weirder than the first. I was in a bedroom that wasn't ours and I was with my husband who doesn't look like my husband at all. Then two men came pounding at our door. When they got in, both of them tried to rape me. One of the men almost succeeded until he turned into a dog, then the dog tried to rape me too! Somehow, we escaped. My "husband" was able to trap them inside the room. Then he started pouring gasoline on them while making fun of them at the same time. When he finally lit the fire for them to burn, the fire got wild and both of us were cught in the fire too. Then I woke up feeling disoriented.
What does this all mean?
