When you die in a dream, you'll wake up. For once I dreamed about being chased endlessly and when I was finally caught and about to be shot, I sat upright in my bed, sweatened. Will never forget this, cause it was so real and I was so paniced.
Despite some other weird wardreams I had in my life, though I've never been to war. I guess I watched too many shitty movies and played too many wargames. That would explain.
When I was about 12 I once sleepwalked. In fact I remember clearly to have been wandering through our families home, expected to be somewhere in the living room when I waked up in complete darkness but could not find doors, light switches or any reference point for my whereabout. My Mom found me crying in a corner of my room as I had never left it, while I considered myself to be totally elsewhere.
And for once, well, this wasn't really a dream as well, I woke up in the middle of the night, and all I heard was the loudest noise out of nowhere I believed to have ever heard in my life. And while I noticed the sound it stilll got louder and louder and my only personal explanation was an atomic war with bombs being dropped. So I had lain in my bed and waited endless seconds for the blast to come through the window, hopefully followed by a firestorm to burn me within no-time for me to come to an quick end. And while I still lay frightened and frozen in bed, the noise vanished slowly and turned into a grumbling, making me finally realize that it was a simple thunderstorm and no nuclear holocaust. I just had fallen in such deep sleep, that I didn't notice it until it was right over my head. But I had really made my peace with the world for a moment already, awaiting my end.