I have really weird dreams. I usually die in them. I say usually because once, just once, i had a dream where I didn't die in the end. This has been going on since I was a little kid. I have no idea why, it just happens.

The other part of these dreams is that while they are really weird sometimes, I always believe they are real when I am having them. All through high school, I would sleep with the light on(not a nightlight, the overhead light in my room) if I was alone, so that way if I woke up i would realize I was alive. If it was dark in the room, I would think I was dead for a few moments. I have outgrown needing the light to tell me I am alive, but I have never outgrown the dreams.

I know that people say you can;t die in your dreams, but they are wrong. I know it. I also know you can smell in your dreams. Cologne of your murderer, blood as it sprays on you, gunsmoke, pond water as you're going down, I have smelled all of these while asleep. The dream where I smelled cologne was so strong in my memories that I still have a nervous reaction if someone with that cologne walks by me today.

I have dreamed I was a victim of a school shooting, being chased by an anaconda that wanted to read the newspaper I had, been a man in a war and ended up shot by my brother, hanged, knifed, died in car crashes and plane crashes, drowned, burned, and many many more.

But last night i had one of the strangest death dreams ever(and I have had some really strange ones!) I dreamed that I had to pee, a LOT. And when I had to pee in my dream I had this really weird compulsion to pee in weird places. First it started with my yard. I wouldn't use the toilet, I would just pee in the backyard. Then that wasn't strange enough for me, so i would climb a ladder and sit on the top and pee down. Then that wasn't enough so I climbed a tree and peed off it. Then off the roof of my house. Then off the roof of a tall building. I kept going and going until I came to the biggest drop I could think of, the grand canyon. I pulled my pants down, creeped to the edge, and set myself up to pee off the edge. As i started to pee, my shoe slipped and I fell into the canyon, and then, yes, I died.