by uNkNowN ElEmEnt » Wed 29 Apr 2009, 03:28:14
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... That and the many other times on hallucinogens where I thought I was dead meant by the age of 30 I had no fear of dying.
Then I had kids. I may have conquered my own fear of death but the same thinking couldnt be applied to my children. I now sometimes have these horrible dreams where my kids will fall in the water and start drowning. When I jump in to save them I wake up leaving me unable to do anything about the situation even though I can be very lucid in my dreams.
Personaly I find this quite a dirty move on the part of my subconscious.
couldn't agree more. Having died twice quite young I didn't expect to live past 17. I had no fear of death and it didn't bother me having to face my own mortality as a prison guard. I watched guys die of all sorts of things, from seizures, hanging themselves, meningitis, slit wrists. I've seen more of my own blood than I ever thought possible... but when it came to my own kids?
My brain did the same thing. Dirty rotten trick to play on myself. I think its made me more protective, but society has made me more protective too. Hell, even their own father helped with that. Its easy to face your own death, but the death of someone you love? I don't think there is anything more on this earth that will bring out the feral, violent and combative human in me, than something that threatens my kids.
Its amazing really. Brings out a whole new depth I'd never before knew existed.