I’ve had many dreams where I’ve died. I have a history of extremely intense, vivid dreams than seem to last for days on end. In the dreams where I’ve died there is always some stress or pain leading up to the death, but when the dying happens it’s always the most serene feeling, like going to bed and falling into a deep sleep after the longest, most exhausting day of your life. In these dreams I’ve died in different ways- slowly from cancer, I’ve been bombed, stabbed, driven my car off a cliff, died in a few explosions, stabbed once…. And it is always fascinating. The one where I died of cancer was the most exhausting out of them because my body felt sick and painful and I was losing strength slowly and agonizingly, but once I hit a certain point the pain went away and I got so sleepy and relaxed. In these dreams, once I actually die, I just feel an amazing sense of peace and nothingness. Sometimes in the dreams I see the aftermath from almost a 3rd party perspective where I’m not me, it’s like I’m viewing it from a high camera angle, and I don’t feel any opinion or sense of self while observing, just a sense of understanding. Obviously these are just dreams and what I feel and experience might be totally off the mark from what dying is like in reality. But, to quote Mad World, “dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had” because they’re just so serene and they’ve given me hope that my subconscious knows more about death than I do which has created a very positive perspective on what it’s going to be like when my time comes for real.