Dreaming Mind...

I've been trying to analyze aspects of various dreams throughout this past year; for the prior 12 months I have died in my dreams at least once a month and in the dreams I feel the death, each a little different, but I remember feeling the release of life. I have become more at ease with the prospect of actual death in the physical realm - like I know what it will be like to die.  But, I am very curious as to why I keep having these dreams.  One recent dream troubled me after waking from it - again, during the dream I was okay with the death part:

The only part of the dream that I remember is walking through a house that was being remodeled with people I didn't know (or recognize in this life) and hearing the female announce that she was pregnant. The male and I walked into a different part of the house and I *knew* that he and I were secretively intimate; he ushered me up into an attic space which wasn't far from the female because I could still hear her talking. In my dreaming mind, I thoutht it was odd that he would attempt an intimate encounter with her so nearby... but I looked at his face and noticed that he had an angry look about him. And without a word, looking me straight in the eye, he took a long knife or ice-pick and slowly stabbed me right at the solar plexus (sternum area). I could feel the flesh of my body tearing, this cooling sensation came over me, I knew and I was not afraid... but rather I was okay with the fact that I was going to die from this wound. I took what felt like my final breath in and upon exhaling I woke - eyes wide open.

I believe that dreams are doorways into unresolved issues within us... but this topic is an odd one.  And why so many about death?  How many aspects of my "old self" need to die?

Dreams...