I had a dream last night, where I was having a hard time breathing through out the whole thing. I don't know what was goin on really but something was preventing me from breathing. The wierd part was I wasn't panicking, I actually kind of just went with the flow. You know how people make claims of bright lights and such when they have a near death experience. That's pretty much what my dream turned into. It was wierd because in the back of my mind I had the thought of "did I really stop breathing?". I kept going though, kind like a falling dream then, but down a colorful hole. Like the inside of a technicolor tube. I just kind of lost myself in the movement of the color and the peace that surrounded me. I was just lost and enjoying everything when I closed my eyes(seems to be the catalyst for wierd experiences in my dreams- ed.) When I opened my eyes I was back in my panicked state of not being able to breathe. I kind of gave up then I guess yo could say and started to sink back into the hole I had just emerged from, when a thought shot through my head "BREATHE!"
This is just a thought, you know how "they" say when you die in a dream you die in real life. Is that what I was about to do? or is my subconcious just really twisted? Hah I may never know but all I know is every once in a while my brain will cut in with, "BREATHE!".