Another Death Dream

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A while ago, I posted about a strange dream where after awhile of guessing, during the dream, I realized I was dead and witnessing the surroundings of my cremation. Here is another death dream, much different than the first I wrote about, that gives me quite a bit of comfort. Many years ago, I made my living as an aerial data acquisition specialist. The field involved flying around on various aircraft platforms with sensors including photogrametric cameras, and various electro-optical sensors. I wan't a pilot, I was a "guy in back". I usually flew with one pilot during the missions to collect the various sorts of data. Occasionally, I would fly with two pilots. I always hated that, because it complicated communications between myself, and the other crew. I liked the simplicity of working with one pilot. This isn't that important, but it figures into my mood in the dream. I was in a light twin Cessna, in the two pilots in front in this dream. I'm not collecting data, we seem to be ferrying somewhere in cloudy weather. The aircraft is having a power problem and we're flying over hilly, forested terrain. I'm slightly annoyed that we're in this situation, and blamed the two pilots for not taking me, or my point of view, into consideration. The engines are at the maximum power they are capable of reaching for some reason, the clouds are getting lower, and the aircraft doesn't have the altitude to clear the trees ahead. It's obvious to me at this point that there is no way to turn around and fly away from the hills, my fate in the the pilots, and failing aircraft's control. I've resolved that even though the pilots are talking to each other, trying to solve the problem, there is nothing for me to do, and that we're probably going to fly into the trees shortly. I considered that my death is probable at this point. I decide that I will try to note if there is conspicuousness after death. After the tips of the trees start making incredible noise as they brush the bottom of our plane, and the props, I try to focus my mind on what's next, and keep believing that there is something more after human death. Everything goes black, and quiet, I'm aware on some level that our flight is over. I can't seen a thing, but my body is pleasantly tingling. In the darkness there are little flashes of light, like faint stars. My dream ends. This dream indicated to me, whether it's true or not, that my mind continued after my body was destroyed. That in and of, itself pleased me. Another thing that made me proud, was how I behaved in the dream, no panic, I was still able to think toward the end. I died, in the dream, feeling good about myself. It is said that when one dreams about his death, he's really dreaming about profound change coming in their life, indeed, a huge change came in my life, withing three months of the dream. I won't go into the change. I think the dream did help me cope better with the huge change. I hope fellow dream aficionados find this interesting.