Last night I had the big dream...the death dream.
During my sleep last night, I had several strange dreams but this one is the most peculiar and I believe it is the first time I ever dreamed that I actually died.
I was walking down the street in jeans and a tee shirt with a long raincoat and a large black duffel back over my left shoulder. I had my keys and ATM card in my right hand. I was in a section of town where I always get lost at first then find my way eventually. I was looking for the address of one of my hispanic students who borrowed my car weeks earlier but had not yet returned it. I knew nothing happened to it, I just needed it back as I was using a borrowed car myself in the meantime. I am lost in this certain part of town and I walk past these men who looked like they might be the seedy types--in gangs or on drugs or soemthing and one asks me for money. I think he wanted change but all I wanted was to get out of there. I said "no I don't have any money" and then quickly walked past him. As I passed a second man, a black man who looked at me rather angrily, I clutched my keys tighter and then all the sudden I had this bad feeling and felt something buzz my head, just touching the top, like it was whizzing by. I fell to the ground with my face down but my eyes were open and I was aware. He stole my duffel bag but did not see my keys and ATM card in my right hand, then he fled. I lay there for what seemed an eternity then I got up and ran for help. I felt my head but there was no blood. I ran through this building where there was a maze of offices and I was afraid I would run into the perp who shot me. Finally I found an open area which led to an office and a front door leading outside. In that front office If found a man and told him what happened. He said something like "we tried...but you were dead" and that's when I realized I was dead.
It made sense, no wonder there was no blood. I recall feeling my head several times and there was no blood and I thought that was odd.
Fast forward to a memorial service, or actually what I think was one. I was outside some building looking at something in concrete and someone was telling me that my mother decided not to go to the service and my dad had also decided not to go because it was too hard for them.
I think I looked up and saw blue sky. I remember thinking "this isn't supposed to happen to me".
Then I woke up.