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Sometimes I wake up knowing that I've had a recurring dream, but as I move to put it on paper it evaporates. I do remember a piece of one from before I went to college. I was in the bath with a woman and I knew she was dying. She was lying on top of me but somehow I was looking at her face and seeing her on top of me. I looked into her eyes and then the dream went black and white. Another one I remember is that I was on a football (soccer) pitch, watching the players running toward me. A player went in to kick the ball, which was me and as he connected, I woke up violently. Oddest hypnic jerk I remember experiencing.