If you die in your sleep, do you think you'll know you're dead?

I surely hope not. When I’m gone, I don’t want any part of me to stick around. Get it done and move out.

When I had dental surgery I was put out. The next thing I remember is being woke up and offered a ginger ale. I had no memory of anything in between.

If I find out, I will let you know by smashing all your plates.

You will not know if you’re dead. You will not know if you were anything, at any time, ever.

Who knows, or even cares?
I will know if it happens to the wife because the snoring will stop…every cloud eh?

It’s more fun to speculate on whether anyone else will notice I’m gone. I bet it will occur to my creditors.

I don’t think I’ll know. I do worry sometimes when I wake up some mornings. While in the shower I would begin to wonder, what if I died last night and at any moment before I finish showering, the floor would collapse beneath me revealing a black hole the size of a planet waiting to swallow me whole?

Also I wonder what if we die in our sleep some nights but keep waking up without knowing we have died and left that particular timeline only to jump into a new one?

Probably not. I can walk into the kitchen get me a cup of coffee and nobody says a word to me. If I find out I’m dead that’s when the fun begins. Kick a few people in the seat of their pants. Walk the dogs and blow people’s minds seeing the leash floating in mid-air. Go to a few places and pinch someone on the butt. Go to a few other places and deck a few jerks that really have it coming.

@RabidWolf That’s not really how the loss of ego-self works. Below the level of conscious awareness, you are not a single entity. You are many. Each of your various selves embodies and represents a particular element of your nature based on archetypal narratives derived from the collective unconscious. These manifested archetypes are personalized versions of larger, more universal narratives, and they in turn are based on broad narratives embedded in the fabric of the physical laws of the Universe.

When we sleep, the ego-self unknits itself. Every character in your dreams is a different element of your own identity, allowing you to interact with yourself. My question concerns what happens if we die in our sleep, since our ego-self is already gone. Do we simply become the dream? Will our various selves even recognize that they were once part of an entity which identified itself as a singular being? Or do they simply return to their origin in the collective unconscious, losing any memory of what they once were and becoming undifferentiated again?

It’s not just an academic matter for me. I’ve been triaged and had health care withdrawn because I’m disabled, to give them extra capacity to treat people who don’t need as much health care as I do. Not having access to blood tests any more, I’m taking my medication blind. If I take too much I can die in minutes from a nosebleed. If I take too little I can die in my sleep from a blood clot. I now have no way of knowing what level I should be using, and was told by the hospital just to guess and hope for the best. Every time I go to sleep, I am very much aware I may not wake up again, so this question is something important and meaningful for me right now.

Yeah, I know there are different sides to who I am. The one thing I do know is that I will not go in my sleep. I will die alone though. I take my meds and yeah one is to keep my blood regulated not be too thin or thick. I have my limits. But the other sides of who I am deep inside will sometimes check-in and I find myself doing things. I have my protective side where I do get pissed off and I defend someone. This was a very serious question, and the wiseguy side of me answered, At my age, I don’t like to think about death and the cause. I’ve been dead, and I saw my body convulsing, I saw my brother crying. I went back into my body but I think something else also went in with me and stayed dormant until I was strong enough for it to take over. A new side of me emerged. I have health issues and they would stop some people cold in their tracks. But I refuse to sit in my recliner and grow old. I’ll be up and moving when my time comes, and even as I hit the ground I’ll be cussing and fighting to get back up.