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I dreamed I was the local small town drunkard known by all. The location appeared to be in the deep South with dirt roads lined with huge spanish oak trees which were draped in spanish moss hanging down. The era appeared to be in the 40's. I was stumbling drunkenly down a country dirt road leaving town. I came to an old dilapidated wooden bridge. I stumbled across the bridge weaving back and forth falling into the deteriorated wooden bridge guard rail which easily crumbled... plunging me into the deep dark waters below... all viewed in slow motion as I sank motionless to the depths below. The water was very black and yet crystal clear. I sank slowly deeper and deeper, and when I looked up I could see blue skies above and golden sun rays shining down through the clear black waters. I felt too intoxicated to fight for myself... I gently gave way to the waters taking me down. I felt no fear, no pain, no suffocation.... only perfect peace as I sank to my death. I awoke feeling this dream was a past-life death experience. (Although I don't believe in past lives or reincarnation) Interestingly, a number of years later I relocated from Ohio to southern Mississippi where I worked involving a lot of daily rural travel. Monthly for 12 years I traveled the same tree lined dirt road and crossed the same wooden bridge from my dream.