Actually, there is a spot on my drive home that I always expect to die on. And I'm particularly wary of motorbikes coming round that particular corner. But at least if I die that way, this'll prove that I was psychic...
I dont tend to worry about myself, but i really worry about my mum. Obviously our mums mean the worlds to us - and when she's out etc i really, really worry about her.
But as for thinking about how i'll die - nah not really
I don't think you are morbid but are you worried about dying? I watched my brother die and although terribly upsetting, he passed away reasonably peacefully. So much so, that I am not scared of dying at all - I would just be a little miffed if that is that!!!! (nothing at the end)
i think its somthing everybody tends to do at one time or other i know when my brother died of cancer when he was 36 i got obssesed with illness which i suppose is just a natural reaction, i try not to think about it and get on but when you hear about death of friends family or neigbours it sets me off again for a while, hope your feeling well laurence, and if you have been dreaming about this then sweet dreams for tonight
nickynoodles, no i don't get upset, i just work on the law of averages that i'm short tempered {ie blow a fuse} and as a shift worker {train driver} many drivers have heart-attacks especially after there retired {ref wolf posting} plus my wife thinks i need to calm down also.
But it dosen't upset me, i'm not scared of dying, you worry what your leaving behind, but thats only natural.
one things for certain in life, and thats death eventually
I have a phobia about death - I always have had.I can't talk about it or even speak about it to anybody.Even now if I am in bed at night and the 'D' word enters my head I have to get up,go downstairs and put all the lights on just to feel alive still.
I'm not afraid of dying as such, perhaps the way in which I die I am. I'd hate to have a terminal illness, that would just feel so wrong to me, as I always imagined that I would die quickly and violently when I was younger.
Ideally I'd like to be shot by a jealous husband when I'm 97!
Not how I'd die but what happens. I've Often wondered if when you die you�re mind still thinks or you still dream or whether that�s it, end of, total silence in your head, nothing. And no-one will ever be able to tell me.
I don't really think about how I will die. I could easily not be here now as I very nearly died when I was a baby and I think about that more than how I will actually die. Very thankful though to the man who saved my life wherever he may be today!!
I don't think how I may shuffle off, but I find myself often fantasising about being dead - aah, the warm, cold, intangible nothingness of non-existence. The ultimate in relaxation.