||[Aug. 15th, 2005|09:17 am]
I died in one of my dreams last night. I don't think that's ever happened before. Just like they say you do, I immediately awoke at the point of death. I then went on to have a nightmare about storms that I used to have in my childhood. Last night was a bad night for dreams.
Edit: Strangely enough, it wasn't all that traumatic. I was trying to make a jump between two paths over a large fall and I missed. By a lot. My hands didn't even touch the other side. I remember looking up and thinking, very clearly, that it was a really stupid way to die, and that I still wanted to do more. It was more wistful than upset or angry - I wasn't scared. The only thing that worried me was that it would probably hurt when I hit, even if only for a milli-second.