Do you ever die in your dreams?

Speaking of dreams ... Have any of you ever past by a person, place or thing on the road and suddenly realized you'd dreamed of that exact thing in a dream years ago?

Yes, but mine doesn't happen years later. It happens within a few weeks. When I went to Italy as a teen, before I went I dreamed I was looking out of a large shuttered window onto a courtyard. There was a giant silver "dishwasher" in the corner. And nuns were dancing on the roof. When I got to the place we were staying in Rome, me and my friend looked out of the large, shuttered window, onto the exact court yard, and in corner wasn't a dishwasher but a giant silver air conditioner thing.

And, get this, the whole place was a converted convent.

So, yeah, it happens sometimes.

I do remember now the weirdest dream I ever had. Once I dreamed I was a black man, (fyi I'm a woman and not black,) and it was 1982. I was part of a traveling theatre oraganization and I wasn't well liked by my cast-mates. We were staying at a hotel somewhere in the US midwest for the evening. It was still decorated like the 1970s. Anyway, I went to the bar and there was this beautiful lady there so I was hitting on her. She was not impressed, and threw her glass of wine on me. I was wearing a peach shirt, and it was red wine. So, I knew I had to get it cleaned right away, but I had no detergant for the laundry. I went up to one of the rooms where my cast mates were staying to ask if they had any laundry soap.

I walked in on them, and they were doing drugs, cocaine. Well, I wasn't into that, so I put up my hands and said, "I'll come back later, never mind." As I turned around, the cops were just busting in the door, weapons drawn. The last thing I remember is falling to my knees as a gun fight errupted.

When I awoke from that dream, I was extremely disoriented. My bedroom was totally alien to me, and I felt completely out of place in my skin. It took me about an hour to re-center myself and feel normal again. I've had people tell me it was a past life dream, and maybe that's how I died. But I know the dream took place in 1982, and I was already born as I am now, I was born in 1979....

I have one that I have had since childhood, I just call it rain girl. What happens is that it will begin to rain, and then rain girl comes.. so you hide, we all hide. Lock all the doors windows, close all the blinds. But I can't help it, I just have to peek out the window, and she is coming. So I keep hiding and peeking till she arrives. She busts into the house, My family hides in different ares, I usually go under the stairs, I can hear her coming and I can't move, I am just stuck there in a corner, can't breathe. I can hear her butchering up my family. She finally finds me and does the same.

Now that dream I still have it, and in the dream I am still a child. I hate this dream because when it started happening we did happen to live in a town home where the previous tenant did kill his wife under the stairs. there was sink under them, not a working one just an old one. there was still stains there when we moved in. And I didn't believe it till our neighbours showed up the article in the paper.

Eww ok I don't even like talking about this one, cause i think she will hear me and come back.. ya I am not kidding, I know that is illogical.

Ok just a question, do all people not dream in colour? I never thought about that till Pfrog mentioned that.

Idk,I thought its natural to dream in colour, coz we see in colour and 'see' our dreams. Nobody ever told me they dream in black and white. Guess I should ask them...

colour here too, I thought everyone did too, seems natural.

I've died in my dreams and then I continue living in the dreams or watch myself in another point of view or as a ghost.

Great responses. I've not had a dream like that in a long time, but boy did I remember that I had. It's burned in there, every second of it. I don't often understand why we dream the things we do, and I could waste everyone's life talking about what dying dreams mean or whatever. Truth be told, my dreams are often the enemy of my success the following day, when I actually remember them. Maybe it's just being mentally ill that amplifies my emotions, but my dreams as well... and nightmares? Food for thought.