Last night, I dreamed I looked out a window and saw dark storm clouds rolling in. I looked into the storm and saw three omens of death. Boldly, I stood in front of the window and cried, "I have seen death three times, but there is also light! I am my Father's daughter and I am not afraid of death!" Then I deliberately focussed my attention elsewhere.
When I finally woke up and remembered my dream, I was impressed with my dream-self. I don't think I'd be that brave in real life.