The age of 9 is when my 18 year streak of dreams in which I died started. There were no dreams I remembered in which I lived. The initial dreams were all repeat ones in which I fell from high up onto the sidewalk and the moment I hit I would sit up in bed. During the last five years of that streak I was often in another body and just barely failed to survive. After I died I didn’t wake up but instead was suddenly inside another body which was also about to die. I have not fully recovered but the dreams have changed for the better since I rejected Christianity. There is no turning back on that decision for it seems to attract lots of child abusers including mine.