I died in my dreams last night, the first time that has ever happened (that I can recall).
We had gone to a house to help someone, and had to park the car 3 or 4 streets (blocks) away, and run through the shadows to get to the house. When we got there, they were supposed to be colleagues from work, but I just did not know them at all. They were very touchy feely, the man and wife, and while we were waiting, they trimmed my nails, then my EYELASHES! (Mrs Me was surprised I was so calm in allowing this, in the dream, and when I told her this morning, she said she was surprised I let anyone near me at all, I usually blast them with the sword of St. Michael), then they were trimming hairs in my ear (what hairs in my ear!). Then they started flossing my ears! (how!), at which point I objected, and we made our excuses to leave.
As we got outside it was pitch dark, a real run down neighbourhood, with houses boarded up and burnt out car to the left. Suddenly a huge vehicle blocked the road ahead, and a tribe of Middle Eastern type kids came running towards us, trying to pick our pockets. I grabbed my car keys and held them high so they couldn't nick them. Just then the keys glistened, and a tall slender Arab woman stepped out of the car, and I saw an Arab with a machine gun open fire on me. I stood there and could feel the bullets thudding into my back, but it was as if they were bouncing off me, I could feel no pain. Thud,thud,thud,thud, for about ten seconds. I thought 'the Light must be protecting me', but then I started to rise up, out of my body, and up into a sky filled with geometric shapes, and I realised I had died. I woke up at that point.
Weird. Yet I feel good today, and OK with the dream, just wished I had been lucid and got the old sword fired up.