Death Dream

To me, dreams are just another means to raise an eyebrow and a reminder that life is a truly intricate design worthy of respect and awe. I used to try and draw meaning from my dreams, especially the few that have very directly connected to my waking life and even sort of predicted the future, but like anything metaphysical, and the simple fact that I cannot really KNOW anything, I decided it was a waste of energy to go any further than awe and respect. I tried reading Carl Jung's book on dream analysis once and it was so bloody complex and intellectualy ornate that it helped me with the realization that some things are just better left unanalyzed.
Things such as dreams, and non-linear time, and no-such-thing-as-self, and the current three dimensional reality being limited to our five senses and the mind (what does the other 92% of our brain do?), and auras and crystal energies, and enlightened individuals that can perform miracles (real life superheroes!), and so many interesting things that cannot be easily directly experienced and is really just for intellectual (or wannabe-intellectual) speculation; the useful stuff involves this three dimensional sensual and mental reality that I am an active participant in right NOW.
In this age of efficiency I am not trying to waste any time (time, ha!), but I am pretty damn good at it.
My dreams, when remembered, put little quizzical grins on my face before I get out of bed, and I usually will share them with my company that day to see who else is experiencing mind boggling dream-reality.
Last night I had a death dream, where I was taking part in a sort of game where I choose three ways to kill someone, and kill them those three ways and then they get to kill me in three ways of their choosing. I cannot recall the ways in which I killed, but when it was my turn to be killed I remember hoping that the methods would not be very painful. One of the methods was going to be extremely painful and brutal and I was overcome with a terrible momentary feeling fear of this pain, but then I told myself that it is part of the game that I chose to play and I must play by the rules. I cannot remember much more except that I laid down to be killed one of the times and had accepted my fate because dying was just a physical thing and did not effect my spirit.
Lately my dreams have involved strong emotions and sensations that seem very real at the time; like being determined to learn to fly and knowing I can if I keep trying; and enjoying playing a soccer game against children because it was so easy to score goals; and thinking my friend was crazy for smoking some kind of strange drug with the texture of sea sponge but smoking it anyway so I would not be judged by him; and seeing a full moon so close and so bright and then it did a complete 180 and I saw the Dark Side of the Moon right infront of me but felt that it must have been me who flipped because the moon does not rotate; and being really jealous because a girl I really like (in real life and in dream) chose a pro surfer instead of me.
A friend of mine told me the other day that in a few days there will be a cosmic event that will influence our dreams and bring them closer to our waking life, or something along those lines. Speculation to keep in the mental rolodex for cross referencing with my upcoming dreams.
If you are reading this and thought of interesting dreamworlds ou have visited recently, please share them, my eyebrows can always go higher on my large head.