Worst Nightmare!

'Worse' nightmare? Worse than what?

Anyway; I saw my own death in a dream I had when I was nine. I was in the cathedral near my school (well, on my campus), and I was watching myself as an old man. It was like one of those 'ghost of Christmas future' freakout moments. So, yeah, this ancient, decrepit man who I innately knew was me, was shambling down some steps in the nave when he keeled over and fell to the floor. Everyone around him rushed over and tried to help. Throughout, my viewpoint kept switching between that of the old man and my own. After people crowded around the guy, everything went black.

I noticed that in the dream the man clutched his left arm before he hit the deck. It was only about a year ago that I learned that pain down the left arm precedes a heart attack.

Jam it back in, in the dark.