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Dreams for a long time have fascinated me especially mine since many have been like predictions of events, could be coincidental but...Many of my dreams might have occurred months before but at the time of the event, I remember the dream.. Every one of us has had their moment of predicting their future through their dreams, I am yet to decide whether it really is a prediction or maybe a mental calculation projected as a dream.As long as I am predicting random moments/events, I am pretty fine but when it enters the realms of death, it is not only perturbing but also very depressing. I am not new to dreams of death or dying people... Some of the dreams I've had of loved ones dying has definitely warped my mind for good.I do not expect sympathy or reasoning, having had problems with depression for years.. I have learned to let thoughts out instead of keeping them bottled inside and then have those same thoughts fester. Since I don't have friends I can share with, I decided to let it out here. In my dreams, I always feel like I am an observer yet am the protagonist.. The feeling that people in the dream are talking to me but a part of me is looking over the whole scene from another angle.Like any other Sunday, I decided to sleep in.. I remember two dreams out of the many I had during the night. The first one involved my oldest dog(the dog in my avatar), she was on the sofa that sits in the hall, laying on her side bleeding from what I think is the neck... Heavily bleeding, I could see the pool of blood and people around me including my parents all shocked watching her. Her dead cold eyes simply looked on as I kept stroking her. My parents tried to pull me away from her telling me that she was gone but I was obviously not ready to let go.. I remember then telling someone that she passed away at the age of 8 (her current age).. It is still not known how she died.The second dream was of a man dying, he too was probably dying due to some kind of trauma. He was originally dying in my house on the same sofa that my dog had died.. He was in the last stages of life and for some reason he asked me to take him somewhere, my parents tried to stop but the next thing I remember was that I was sitting on a bench somewhere outside and he had his head on my lap while sleeping on the same bench...The whole time I had my hand on his chest where his heart would be. He spoke something about death and I sat there with hand on heart waiting for the steady beats to stop. There was a moment where it stopped since I could hear nothing but then it slowly started again far too faint to call a heartbeat. He kept telling me that he was dying but I could feel his heartbeat, it was confusing and frustrating to be told that you were dying only to feel that heartbeat. I wish I could remember what he said because I know it was something really deep.Unfortunately that is all I remember and it has left me disturbed . There is nothing in this world that could reassure me when it comes to dreams like these. Especially if they come true.