I thought I was just dreaming. When my mom called my name, I awoke. She said she thought I was dead, I had not moved in 30 mins, not even a breath. I still think it was just a dream, though I don't remember what it was about.
To Thazager,
Just curious; when was this, the circumstances and how do you know about not moving in 30 minutes.
Your story (minus accident) sounds similar to Nitin's. He was in an accident, not expected to survive due to heavy blood loss.
https://medium.com/s/near-death-experiences/i-was-visited-by-a-vision-of-a-familiar-stranger-d8c118c5f5f0
The link is attached to an NDE forum and below is the last half of what Nitin wrote (a 1 minute read)
I Was Visited by a Vision of a Familiar Stranger
When I opened my eyes again, a summer breeze was flowing across my face. I looked up and found an old lady sitting beside me, staring at my face, wearing the friendliest smile I had ever seen. I was lying on a cool patch of ground and I could see the crashed car across the road.
Was the lady in that van? I tried to remember. I couldn’t tell.
I tried to say something. But only empty air came out of my mouth. I saw her expression changing to that of sympathy and concern. She raised her hand and placed it on my shoulder, indicating that I should stop trying.
Looking at her face above my head, blocking out the sun, I remembered a time in my childhood when I used to visit my grandmother’s house. In front of the porch, there was a mango tree. It was as big and lush as one can get. I would go out and lie on the ground beneath it for hours. It was very tranquil there.
Lying on the ground beside this woman, I was filled with the same feeling.
Then, suddenly, she got up. She lifted her right hand, as if she was saying goodbye. I raised my right hand, to hold her leg, to stop her from going. But a gush of pain stopped me in my tracks. It was my fractured hand. And then everything came back; the feeling of being trapped, the choking air, the heat. The sky burst into a blinding white light and I closed my eyes as tight as possible.
And then, I realized, I was back inside the car.
I heard a piercing noise from far far away. I couldn’t tell what it was. But it was shrill and repeating itself again and again. Every second it was becoming louder and clearer. It was coming nearer to me. In that noise, my head started throbbing with pain. I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like dying, and I passed out again.
There was a whirring sound of an air conditioner above. I could smell the hospital air: sanitized bottles and extra-bleached bedsheets. I opened my eyes and saw people surrounding me. I couldn’t make out who was who. The visibility wasn’t clear. It was like looking through a frosted glass, only shapes and sizes, with faint hue of colors.
I heard them saying that I was lucky to have survived. I had lost a lot of blood. And locked up inside the car, with heat and fumes filling it every second, they wouldn’t have given me a chance in a million. But somehow I survived. And luckily, an ambulance had gone down that road. Another miracle.
“Something gave him hope in those moments,” they were saying, “something that made him hang on.”
Listening to them, I remembered that old lady. I could still feel her fresh breath on me. Her face blocking the sun like that tree outside my grandmother’s house, calm and peaceful. I felt like sleeping again—this time due to medication. I had a feeling it would be a deep sleep.
I saw the shapes and sizes disappearing. The black curtain of sleep fell over my eyes. I closed my eyes and I felt my consciousness slipping away. But even in that state of receding consciousness, I couldn't forget the face of that old lady smiling at me. Whispering a silent thanks to her, I went into a deep sleep.
-- Nitin Dangwal
as we can see, this joker can write and that's the real problem in recording it as evidence; the exaggerations.
Her face was familiar. Not that I had seen her before. But she had that kind of face you see in TV commercials for life insurance. A face that would inspire confidence. A face that always wears a smile.
It's this tendency to come out of NDE laughing that makes it all the more difficult to accept as evidence.
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Add to this, he's an Indian. I'm beginning to think that given a tough situation many people (Indians) slip into a trance.
Or some part of our everyday life is in a trance. So when one is dying it is convenient to go into it. (Dopamine gets released) Then when jerked back to life, we think it as some form of astral projection.