I got shot right through the heart in the library that would become that of the school I went to for high school in a dream when I was twelve years old. Popped my clogs, as you do when you get a bit o' lead through the heart. Of course, at the time I'd never seen the place before. When I walked into that building for real when I hit high school the next year I thought, "Oh, cool. I died here in a dream last year."

Seemingly, I lived to tell the tale.

And how would they know? If it were true, anyone who proved it would be a corpse.