I like to think about dying. Sometimes I'm actively suicidal and trying to swallow large amounts of paracetamol. Most of the time I want to die but I don't actively try to kill myself. I like to picture myself traped in the middle of the ocean to tired to continue swimming. I'm sinking down and the current pulls me under. The water is warm and comforting like a hug as I slowly release my last breath and then its nothing but warmth and emptiness as I lay there dead. That was a good dream.Other times I have nightmares. I dreamed I was 6 years old. My rapist was jamming his cock into my mouth. I was paralysed. I couldn't think to bite him or fight my way out. Instead I just helplessly felt it go in and out. I was choking on his dick and semen and my snot and the taste of metal. I saw my vision fade in the corners as I gasped for air. I was surrounded by darkness and I died. It's strange how I hated the nightmare but loved the dream yet they both depict me dying. I have had other dreams if you want to hear.Does anyone else want to share their death dreams good or bad? Or am I alone in my fascination with death.