The death dream that went too far

Even though this happened awhile ago...like, over six months...I thought I'd put it up here because it's just one of those dreams you don't forget. I guess some people would call it a nightmare, but for some reason I just never labeled it as that. It was just...eye-opening, in a way. Forgive me if it's kind-of vague; as stated earlier, I dreamed this a good while ago.

Most people have had that dream where they die, and then right before their actual death, they wake up, knowing that they died in the dream. It's always freaky - but this one dream I had took it one step further.

So, it started out with me in my house, during a sort-of family party I guess. One of my friends was there with me, but she was in the kitchen. I walked past a room in my house where there's a big window facing the street, with a couch underneath it where some family member was sitting. Suddenly, a massive comet/rock/thing crashed down and collided with the street. The family member jumped up and started screaming, and I ran to the kitchen, grabbing my friend. I already was noticing dust coming into the house from the impact, and my only hope was to escape the dust. So I took my friend and my dog and hid under the covers of my bed. The dust washed over us, and after a few seconds I could, with some difficulty, breathe it. (Sort-of like the dust after the Twin Towers crashed) So we got out of the bed and, after finding the families of both myself and my friend, we started moving to higher ground in the mountains to escape the dust. My dog was still with me, of course.

We ended up in the snowy mountains, and once the dust had cleared enough for us to breathe, we returned to the house. I guess more of the comets/rocks were coming, because we started packing to leave. Apparently, there wasn't enough room for us all to go on one flight, so my friend, father, and I were scheduled to go on one plane while the rest of everyone (including my dog) were to go on another. I remember being very afraid.

We (my dad, friend, and I) went to board the plane, but instead found ourselves in a big tiled room, because two men with guns were "taking over" the airport or something. They had everyone on the slight lined up sitting against the walls, and they were in the center with our luggage. Now, before the meteor hit and all that, my friend, my mom, and I had gone shopping and gotten a crapload of clothes. Apparently, our moms had arranged for the clothes to be taken wherever we were because some men came in carrying these massive shopping bags and placed them on our laps. We started crying in horror because this struck me as absolutely terrible.

Anyhow, one of the men came by and was like flirting with us or something, and I like flirted back and I guess I did something wrong because he got all pissed and took my solid gold bracelet and walked away. I thought that was the end of it, but later the other man started calling me this word...it began with a "Q" but I don't remember it...though I learned later in reality that it's a law term for someone who's doing stuff against the law or something. Anyhow, they kept accusing me of being that and at the time I had no idea what it meant. So I started getting all frantic and was practically yelling at them asking them what it meant as the man rose the gun. I remember having the horrid fear swell up in me and as he pointed it at my forehead, I screamed "WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" one last time before I heard my friend screaming, heard the blast of a gunshot, and dimly felt my head jerk backwards as something collided with my forehead. Then everything went black.

Now, that's usually where death dreams stop, right? You'd wake up now, wouldn't you? And usually I do. But not this time. No, instead the blackness quickly faded to a bright white, broken only by a gunshot hole that looked like the bullet had pierced through paper. I could hear myself breathing really fast, and as a strip of tiny pictures I couldn't make out appeared in the white (like the string of pictures you get from a photo booth), I remember thinking those thoughts you think at the end. Stuff like "Oh my god, this is the end of me. This is the end of Kiara. What happens now? What's gonna happen to me? It's really over. This is the end of me. Oh my god. I'm really gone. It's all over." And I won't deny I was pretty afraid...well, more like terrified Then I realized I could still hear my fast, accelerated breathing, so I kept telling myself to keep breathing, just keep breathing.

Then finally, my eyes snapped open and I was in my room, head dully sore, still breathing hard. I'd died and I'd stayed dead. I'd thought I was really dead.

I don't know; it scared me to death. Why I wanted to share this...I'm not sure - maybe just to see how anyone would react to this. After all, not many get experience death first-hand in their dreams. At least, not to this sort of extent.