I've forseen my own death a hundred times...
It's a common thing; to dream your own death. In most cases, the way you die tends to symbolize your current worries and fears. Some dream of burning buildings, others of a great, swan-dive. There are people who have dreams shocking moments of pulled-triggers, and forceful thrusts of shining knives.
My dream is freefall in slow-motion.
We hit the fast flowing water and suddenly everything speeds up, superquick. My sister and I stare at each other for a moment before we both scramble for our seat belts, trying to free ourselves quickly so we can free our children in the backseat. I lose sight of my sister and her girl, and my only focus is on my daughter, and I breathe "hold your breath" to her, before the water comes rushing in.
Sometimes it is icy cold. So cold that it burns my skin, and make the back of my legs and arms tingle. And other times we find ourselves trapped in slimy weeds that try to pull us back down. And sometimes, by the time I manage to make it to shore Kole has already stopped breathing, and a new panic sets in. I pump the air into her, force the air out of her, and when she finally takes a breath on her own my relief is golden.
And when I spot Rae and Skylar climbing out of the water, and see that they are all right, I feel a wave come over me. And then I go under again.
I wake up, only to find out that I've run out of air. I breath in harshly, and finally realize that it was just a dream. Just a dream I've had a hundred times before.