Is Jon Snow really dead?

Is Jon Snow really dead?

My friends know I’m a huge Game of Thrones Fanatic.  So they asked me what was up with Jon Snow.  Since they also know that I believe Game of Thrones is based upon the Wheel of Time they asked me whether or not Jon Snow was really dead.  Below is how I see it all playing out when the show resumes when it comes to Jon.

      Jon fell to his knees.  He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free.  In the cold night air the wound was smoking.  “Ghost,” he whispered.  Pain washed over him.  Stick them with the pointy end.  When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow.  He never felt the fourth knife.  Only the cold…

      Ghost, he screams as his sits up.  I was Ghost he thought as he feels his body where there should be wounds remembering where he had just been stabbed.  He looks around at his surroundings and realizes he isn’t where he should be either.  He was in Winterfell but how could that be.  He thinks he must be either dead or insane.  As he wanders the grounds he finds that the castle is empty.  The ravens are gone from the rookery and the stables are full of bones.  It is only the dream he whispers but somehow he knew that it wasn’t.  He starts to run as he always had in the dream and throws open doors, climbing the tower three steps at a time, screaming for someone, for anyone.  And then suddenly he finds himself in front of the door to the crypts as he always had.  Its black inside and being afraid he tries to make himself not go down the spiraling steps but somehow he knows that he must.  He enters the crypts and finds the old Kings of Winter, sitting on their thrones with stone wolves at their feet and iron swords across their laps, but it isn’t them that he fears.  He lets out a yell, “I’m not a Stark, this isn’t my place!”  The crypts grow darker until he can’t see his hands before his face.  Then suddenly without warning the crypts flood with light and a woman appears before him.  He knows her face, “Aunt Lyanna?” he says.  No she whispers her lips trembling.  “I am not your aunt for you are my son, Jon”, she says, as tears trickle down her cheeks.  His mind races but somehow he knows that she speaks the truth.  She proceeds to tells him the story of how her brother Eddard put his honor aside to spare him his life.

      She tells him of a man with the soul of a poet who finds a parchment that tells him who he must become in order to have any hope of saving the world.  How he had to become a warrior, bring about the end of a dynasty and ask for the sacrifice of his dearest friend in its doing.  She tells him of the Tower of Joy and how the name was fitting for there she knew her greatest joy.  How she as a maiden fell in love and married a prince and they conceived a son.  She tells him of the man’s closest friend Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning the greatest knight and swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms.  She tells him of how a man sacrificed his life on the Trident and with his dying breath called out her name.  She tells him how Ser Arthur Dayne sacrificed his life in combat because his best friend said that he must for the greater good.  She tells him of how her brother Eddard slew the Sword of the Morning thinking it the right thing to do because of his love for her.  She tells him of how she pleaded with her brother and made him promise to keep the secret of his parentage and raise him as his own because she feared that Robert would take his life as a threat to his rule.  She tells him of how Eddard agreed to take the sword Dawn to the Wall until the time when it would be needed.  She tells him that when Eddard had given her his word she fell into the throws of labor and died in the process.  As suddenly as she had concluded the telling of her story a man with white flowing hair and a crown upon his head appeared beside her, taking her hand into his lovingly.  Jon knowing this man as a king fell upon one knee and bowed his head.  The king’s voice commanded him to rise as Jon Targaryen, Sword of the Morning.  As Jon arose he found that his hand now clutched the pommel of a sword.  He rose to his feet and the king called him son.  Jon’s glance fell to the sword he was grasping and noticed a light surrounding it and heat emanating from the blade.  Jon spoke to ask why his father had called him the Sword of the Morning.  Rhaegar Targaryen then explained how Ser Arthur Dayne in giving up his life was reincarnated into Jon at the moment of his birth.  He explained to Jon how his life had been paid for three times over by himself, his friend and finally his mother during his childbirth.  A tear rolled down Jon’s cheek as he exclaimed that their sacrifice had been in vain as he told them how he lay dying at the Wall.  Lyanna stepped forward to hold her son in her arms and whispered in his ear how all that had happened had been foreseen.  Rhaegar his father stepped forward and embraced Jon and as quick as that it all faded away.

He was struck with a tremendous force and screamed from the fire raging inside him, the hungry cold burning without end.  He became aware of a face, his mother he thought.  No this woman’s hair was red, who is she? he thought to himself.  He couldn’t quite put a name to the face he saw as it was just out of his reach, as was his own name.  He tried clearing his head he was back at the Wall, that much he knew.  He found that he could sense something nearby, not knowing what it was.  A remembered pain came next and he remembered the words “for the watch” but they had no meaning.  The woman gasped telling him that what she did should not have worked because only death pays for life.  He suddenly remembered the words that a man had spoken saying that his life had been paid for three times over.  Others who were gathered around the scene were shocked to see this man lying in a pool of his own blood miraculously healed from wounds that they certainly knew should have killed him.  He sat up and thanked the woman for saving his life.  As he did a huge beast padded over and licked his face and he grabbed and hugged the direwolf’s neck, Ghost he yelled.  The woman tells him she believes that Ghost probably had more to do with saving his life than anything that she herself had did.  She tells him that when she found him he was dead.  He rose to his feet and the lady bowed and called him my lord.  He helped her rise and proceeded to walk giving orders for a man there to bring a heavy hammer to his chambers.  He didn’t know why but he knew that man would obey his orders.  He entered what he knew to be his rooms without saying a word waiting until the hammer arrived in silence.  When the hammer arrived he took it from the man and started to pound at a wall within the room.  The man and woman continued to look at him not knowing what to think.  A hiding place within the wall appears and he reaches in and pulls out a sword.  The sword seemed to come alive in his hands and heat radiates from the blade.  In that instant it all came flooding back.  My name he thought is Jon Snow, no, that wasn’t quite right; my name is Jon Targaryen, the Sword of the Morning.  Melisandre drops to her knees and exclaims “Azor Ahai has come again!”  

I decided to take a break to watch season 5 but I will continue with my full blown theory very soon.  Not sure if in what format I want to do it.  I’m deciding whether to write it out in story format or just the highlights or a combination.  I’m still deciding.  For those of you who have read TWOT you can see exactly where my version of what happens to Jon came from.  If not then you weren't paying attention.  The beginning is simply a rehash from ASOIAF and then when he enters the crypts it switches to my theory.