I will start off sharing a story, because the topic title really doesn't explain what I mean.

Okay, so I had a seemingly typical, abstract, thriller-movie dream a few months ago. I was sticking next to a person around whom I was unlikely to get shot by the guys following me, and we somehow end up trapped, and I'm forced to choose a way for my captor to kill me. I choose the thing that involves eating something that looks like tea leaves, popped rice, and orange rinds, which is apparently some sort of drug.
So my captor gives me the poison and some water, and tells me that in a few minutes it's going to kick in and I will be completely paralyzed. So... I'm in a state of complete euphoria, when things go out of focus, and I close my eyes (in the dream), and right at that moment... I wake up.
It was the coolest transition between sleeping and consciousness ever.

So, I'm wondering, has anything similar happened to anyone else? I mean, just as you go into unconsciousness within the dream, you wake up?

Also, one of my friends said that nobody's ever really died in their dream (if they have, they were still sort of there, watching the aftermath, like a ghost), and if you die in your dream, you die in real life. Anybody heard anything similar?

Funny I had dreams like that but with a lot of torture, running and gun fights that are just as disturbing as the real thing. Of course the most infamous dream is when your falling fro mthe sky and right before you hit the ground you wake up all of a sudden. Of course I alwasy led ot believe that if oyu don't wake up from this dream you would die in a form of a heart attack or something, sadly I finally find the truth about this dream here.

Of course I know I posted this before and mentioned it to others about this dream I had back in 2004, and it was Christmas Eve two days before the huge earthquake/tsunami that hit. I was in this old, medieval, stone church, wearing the medieval clothes, and there were small candles next to the windows so it was very dim as it was night time when I was there.

I walked up to this alter that had a very large picture and I knelt, then I started praying. For some strange reason I looked up at this picture and looked at the face in this picture; although, it didn’t look like Jesus he did have long hair and a beard like him. Then all of a sudden the ground began to shake violently and soon the church was coming apart, people were running and screaming trying to get out, and as I was trying to find a way out I look at the picture again but this time the figure in the painting was smiling and then he was gone.

Then all of sudden the ground started to split open and by then most of the church had collapse and fires were all over the place from the candles, with people screaming, and dying because of this massive earthquake. I was about half way to the door when a wooden beam came crashing down, and by the time it hit me I woke up in a cold sweat shaking and going what the hell was that.

By then I had about 5 minutes to get ready to go to the Christmas service, and then 2 days later that earthquake happen, at first I didn’t think about but then I started making a connection ot the dream and the earthquake and I was Holy Beep. All this time I only remember two dream that one and the one I had when I was three or four years old, and as for the rest of the dreams they where the standard hero dreams and other guy related dreams.

Wow. I've never had any foreshadowing in my dreams... Although I might have, I tend to forget dreams pretty fast.
One of my friends repeatedly dreams of deep-frying a book with every intention of eating it, but that's not as exciting.