Dreams mare

Nightmare, being scared

I have had nightmares almost my entier life. I have dreamed of death before. It always rattled me because I have always had the feeling that I will die young. I've accepted this feeling and I have accepted that I will die but I try not to focus on it too much because life is short. In this dream, I don't remeber the beginning which is odd because I always remeber my dreams. I remeber being at the a huge carnival and amusement park. Something happened, and it turnee out to be some awful thing. I don't know what happened but everyone was suddenly dyeing for differrent reasons. I found myself sitting outside and my skin was turning blue from cold. I saw someone's face who.I am pretty sure was a made up person from dreams when I was younger. He grew up with me in my mind before, in a dream, he drowned. But this was him, only older. He watched me freeze to death. When I died, it was like I was swollowed by darkness. Then a small light appeared in the center of the dark. It glowed, dimmed, the grew. I teyed to move toward it. I relized that I didnt hsve a body. I wasnt a girl or a boy or qnything. I was just a soul trying to movetoward a light and thats when i woke up.)

The dream was when I was a child in third grade. It was a nightmare and during the nightmare, I dreamt that my teacher had magical powers and that she was a witch. But, instead of being a good witch, she used her powers to hurt her students. One day in class, she picked me to be the victim of her powers. She pointed her finger at me and suddenly I disappeared only to reappear moments later trapped inside a mirror on the other side of the room. Then she took the mirror off the wall and smashed it to pieces with me still trapped inside. Then the scene became black and the pieces of the mirror where I was seen fell into a black hole.

All my dreams (more like nightmares) have been about my english teacher dying in some horrible way (coma, car accident, gun, stabbed, etc). Now, i do see him as a parent, however our relationship DOES go both ways (he sees me as family as well) so I could use some help please

My father who I adore died & we had a wake. He was dead but not in a coffin I could see the bones of his left lower leg but there was tissue on the lateral aspect. He was naked except for his genitals. He had yellow mucous coming from his bowel. It was a happy nightmare. All in colour. There was long green grass in a large cemetery in full colour. I fell in.a grave but was not frightened. He was singing & managed to move to another location. He was always lying comfortably but had yellow mucous bowel movement wherever he had been. He was relaxed and singing. I could not video it so people would see he was alright. I woke up.