My dream yesterday was a bit off and awkward.
Well you coulkd say it was a Nightmare in some sort.

Anyway, I was walking in the dead of Midnight, when all of a sudden I see this firgure pop out in front of me. Just standing there looking at me with big silver eyes. And I just stood there looking into the eyes. I could see myself in the eyes, falling into the dark. I just kept falling untill I hit the ground and laid there not moving. Next thing I know it happens. I am falling, down, down and them I hit. I lay there not moving. I try to move but I become chained. I don't struggle. Then I see a glint of light. It hits me in the forehead, and I am envisioning my death. I close my eyes, trying not to see the fall of myself, but I cannot. I cry. As the tears stream down my face, another glint hits me. I cry louder. Then out of the shadows walks a man with a knife. He stares at me, then drives the knife through my heart. It doesn't hurt anymore, I am dead. But I still see myself flying through the air as a lifeless soul. I fly to the light, then I awaken.

So basicly I am not afraid of dying, but I fear what my death will be.