Next thing we were all at the bottom of a garden. My sister and dad were looking at a circle of rose petals on the grass. There were red and blue roses. There was something in the middle of them, but I couldn't see. I lay down on the grass and played with a red rose head, sprinkling the petals around. I realised I was really cold and my hands were pure white. And I noticed that my dad and sister couldn't see me. I was dead.2
Then I was in the canteen at college. On the table nearest the door, there was another circle of rose petals, only there was some yellow this time. One of the guys in my class was jumping around, acting like he normally does. A few other people were just walking past the table.3
I saw my friend Jelly and I went over to her. She could see me. I gave her my hands and she felt the coldness of my skin. I said to her "I'm dead". She said "Does Tashee know?" I said no, and she said I should tell her. I went looking for her and someone just walked right through me. It was then that I realised that only certain people could see me.4
Tashee was in the canteen queue, so I stood beside her and told her. I gave her my hands and she squealed at the coldness. She was upset and said "Oh Ducky, darlin!". The small, dark-haired canteen lady couldn't see me, so I came up with a way to make her see me. There was a ray of sun coming through the window and it hit the wall. So I waved my hand over it, casting a shadow. The canteen lady fainted. The other canteen lady could see me somehow, and asked me what I wanted. I said I couldn't eat anything because I was dead.5
Then I started to bounce around the canteen. I was really hyper and started shouting "I'm dead! I'm dead!", not seeming to be at all bothered about it. I said "The last picture ever taken of me will be worth a fortune!" and someone started taking pictures. I did all sorts of crazy poses for the camera, even though I knew I couldn't be seen. Then I stopped and realised something: "But I'm not even 20 yet, I'm still a teenager. I won't know what it's like to be grown up."6
Next I was in a restaurant drinking Red Bull and talking to another person, who could see me, Marcus. We were talking about a few things - I can't really remember what they were. But I remember thinking about getting someone to tell Peter that I was dead.7
The last thing I remember was seeing the thing that was in the centre of the rose petals. It was a newspaper clipping. Of me playing guitar and the word "Suicide" above it.8
Author notes
This is the exact text taken from my dream diary from February 27th 2002. I dreamt that I was going to die before I was 20. I'm 23 now, so obviously I didn't die! But I was scared constantly right up to the night before my birthday.
The people that feature in my dream... Jelly and Tashee (Majella and Natasha) were two of my best friends in my class. Marcus was my best guy buddy in my class, and Peter was my ex-boyfriend who still meant a lot to me back then.
A year later, in 2003, I made a short silent film about this dream. The picture here was used as the picture among the rose petals. I am a musician, and I would be remembered as such.
Well. This dream has basically told me never to contemplate suicide ever again, cos it ain't all it's cracked up to be. In the dream I felt regret at not being able to experience adulthood. And not a lot pf people noticed I was gone anyway, as they just acted normal and didn't pay attention to the photo on the table.
But the one thing I thought was quite nice, was that I was remembered as a musician. The newspaper clipping with me playing guitar. That's how I'd like to be remembered.
Another way to look at the dream would be..... I'm dead in some people's eyes. Those who walked through me, who weren't able to see me, I don't mean enough to them to register in their thoughts. But with the likes of Tashee, Marcus and Jelly, they know I'm there, and they'll remember me no matter where I am. That's the type of friend I need. Cos I may be losing my mind, but if I lose my friends, that's when I'm truly dead.
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Comments
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Hehe, yeah. Those dreams can really shake a person up. It definitely shook me up!
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Great
This was very well written.
It was spooky and sad all at the same time.
It's a litttle nerve racking when you have dreams like that before your time.
It's good to know that your ok.
A good write here well done, take care and no more dreams about dying lol life's too short.


