#draming

A drawing of Dandy!

I don’t have many nightmares, actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had a nightmare and if I did it was probably when I was a child. There’s one dream in particular however that scared me to death. It was freshman year of high school, I believe. I had a dream that I was on a plane with my father and mother and my Uncle’s wife. I think my mother was driving the plane, my father was in the row across from me and my uncles wife was the flight attendant. I looked out the window and noticed I could see the ground clearly and I looked at the cockpit and realized the door was open, I then looked in the back and saw my uncles wife standing still. I looked back at the window and realized we were getting closer, I started to move back in my seat screaming, “I can see the ground” my father was yelling at me to shut my eyes, so I did. The plane crashed, but because my eyes were still closed I could see the flash of the explosion through my eyelids. I think I was airborne when it crashed but it seemed that I may have passed out... I’m not sure. Everything was just getting heavy and the flash was getting brighter. I awoke before the flash got too bright. When I woke up I couldn’t speak, I was cold sweating and my heart was racing in this slow motion feeling...

That dream has always stuck with me. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’m just scared of flying or maybe it’s because I thought I could have died in that sleep. I thought that was the worst I could ever feel. But then, today, I had another dream, more realistic from the one above. 

I was finally falling asleep for my nap. I was laying on my side with my knees up to my chest and my arms hugging myself. It seemed I had fallen asleep rather quickly. I was on a plane with random people, but it was like this stunt plane or something, that was also huge. We were flying very close to water going as fast as a plane does in the sky. People were jumping off the plane as practice for something. It was getting close to my turn to jump but as the person in front of me was about to jump, the plane dived left and I grabbed the person in front of me and I could feel the explosion as the plane dived into the water. It was intense and we were still in the plane as parts of it exploded around us. I let go of the person I was holding and for not even a second I was shocked I was still alive. But I was sinking with the plane, and everything was getting dark, it was as if I was sinking into the abyss of the ocean. I was bloody, I could feel it. I was sinking and everything was just getting darker and heavier. My body felt heavy and I was panicking. I kept asking myself “is this a dream, wake up you’re sleeping” to all of the sudden saying to myself “this isn’t a dream” and I went to this feeling of right before you’re fully asleep. Where you’re asleep but also awake... if that makes sense? Anyways, I could feel my hands in real life curl and go closer to my body. My heart felt as though it was slowing and my breathe going more shallow. Until I finally woke up and I couldn’t see for a second or two and it was hard to breathe. 

Is it possible to die in your sleep because of dreams? does anyone know?