When someone dies in their sleep, do they know they are dead?

[SandyMilano]

When someone dies in their sleep, do they know they are dead? I had an ex bf who passed away and one i had a dream that he was talking to me and I told him he was dead and he started to cry.

[Perro J]

3 hours ago, SandyMilano said:

When someone dies in their sleep, do they know they are dead?

That is an interesting question - one which I would suggest that we'll know the answer to soon enough. I have my own opinion but there isn't really anything I can offer to prove to you its validity. My opinion is that we have a soul, or a spirit, that does continue after here. The body is our vehicle here. We leave it behind when we die. If we have knowledge, we must have some form of consciousness, and in that sense we aren't really dead. It is just our body that has died. Our soul goes on.

I caution you that I may be completely wrong. But again, we'll know for sure all too soon.

My sincere condolences towards your loss.

[SandyMilano]

It would be interesting to hear what others opinion are. I do know your soul leaves your body  How would any really know unless someone has died in their sleep and came back to tell about it

[Missy1]

I feel like we would know, but it would but be difficult to accept. It’s certainly a peaceful death, one I would wish for to go that way. I totally believe it would be shocking to the spirit to realize. I saw my husband cry when he realized he was not going to make it on the ventilator. Our souls definitely go on! 

 

[KayC]

I've had NDE's...I was completely dead and brought back.  One instance I was young, in my 30s, giving blood, my two young children were there watching, I felt something alluring, saw the "tunnel" beckoning to me, got a glimpse of what was on the other side, not so much visual as in feeling.  I could look down on them working on my body, my children watching, terrified!  II knew I wasn't done yet, I needed to raise my kids, so I fought to stay.  Then I reentered my body.  The other time I have no conscious memory of actually dying, I was under anesthesia (they over anesthetized me) on the operating table, they'd cut me open and then my heart stopped.  They gave me thrusts to the chest to restart it, it left me with severe bruising...nowhere near my incision site.  I began drifting in and out but couldn't fully enter either place, again, a beckoning to me, I could go and it was very alluring, I wanted to, but thoughts of my dog kept surfacing, dI didn't want him to be all alone and wonder where mommy was.  I fought with all that is within me, for over two years, and finally woke up.  Another time I dreamed I had died.  It seemed very real.

Both times I was not shocked or scared, like I said, it seemed very alluring, nothing to be afraid of.  I do not fear death.  

When my George was dying in the hospital, I begged him to hang on, twice...both times he shook his head, "No."  He didn't make it.  I think he wanted to go.  While I feel I got a choice, I don't think we always do.  When at last it is my time, perhaps all the fighting it in the world will not hold me here, I don't know.  Each time it was for someone else I fought.  I wish George had had it in him to fight for me.  But no way to know the degree of pain he was in, it was great, of that I am sure, his eyes were bugging out.  It was all too much for him.  I wanted to tell him it was okay, I'd be okay, I wanted to support him, but they booted me out and locked the door while they continued to work on him.  About an hour or so later they came for me.  They didn't have to say a word, I knew.

[SharedLife]

Scientologists believe you come back (in a different body). Many religions believe there's a heaven (they probably know they're dead). Hindus believe in reincarnation (you might come back as an animal), Stephen Hawking (English genius scientist) said we're like a computer--when it's shut off, that's it. 

I recall reading that ages ago, somebody thought that when you die, your soul leaves your body and that it could be measured as a tiny loss of weight.  They somehow devised a super-sensitive weigh scale (could measure fractions of an ounce) and used it on people who were dying. The belief was that when they died, the scale would change. The scale never changed.