Crazy dream where I died

Ok so I got up and wrote this dream in my dream journal just a few minutes ago and now I’m writing this post. It took up like 6 pages so I shortened it a bit but here’s the summary in 2 parts:

Part 1: Conor McGregor and Death Nightmare

The dream starts, and I’m at home with my grandma. Conor McGregor is outside my door, angry and trying to get in. For some reason, in this universe, I’m a UFC fighter. Anyway, he manages to break the lock on the door from the outside, so I had to hold the door shut so he couldn’t get in. My grandma had headphones in and was listening to music, so I banged to get her attention. She took her headphones off, and I was like, “Conor’s here to attack us. Call Dana or something if you have their number!”

She called Dana White and explained the situation. After a while, Conor, on the other side of the door, said he “heard footsteps coming to him” and asked if I had “sent anyone to get him.” He got very mad, and suddenly I felt a bullet hit my forehead. It had been shot directly through the door. I collapsed and tried to crawl to my grandma, but I was already dead.

This is where it gets crazy. For a moment, I saw black, but then I saw actual nothing. I had no senses at all and kind of just existed without feeling or even thought. I was just in this black void for an amount of time I couldn’t even perceive. Anyway, eventually I went from being a part of the void to being a disembodied consciousness. I didn’t have a body or proper senses yet, but somehow I experienced this bright and beautiful white light along with an explosion. The explosion wasn’t destructive; it was creative, and once it happened, I was back in a physical body.

Part 2: Sleep Paralysis and False Awakening

I was in what I thought was my bed, but something did feel off, besides the fact that I was in sleep paralysis. Anyway, I was excited to write down that crazy nightmare of me dying and stuff since it was so vivid, so I was desperate to break out of the sleep paralysis for that reason. It took a while, but I successfully broke out of it.

I immediately sat up and then looked to the side of my bed, where I keep both my completed and present-day dream journals. I picked one up to use, but instead of my current dream journal, it was this black one that had this beautiful crystal-like design, which I can only describe as looking like black salt crystals under a microscope. I stared at the journal in shock. I’m very organised and know every journal I own, this not being one of them. I grew more and more confused until it was like I was sucked out of that body, taken back to that weird void realm for a moment, and then shot back into my normal body, which is when I actually woke up in my real bed.