He jokingly mentioned how he met a famous actor that had also passed (can’t remember the actors name now). My grandad was sitting down, surrounded by the whole family, explaining how peaceful dying is. Dream: My whole family were sitting outside, it was a summer afternoon and we were having a bbq. Around 8 months later, I woke up from a dream where my grandad had returned. It was a weird sort of balance shift.ĭoes anyone else believe in an afterlife? Or that you can contact the dead through dreams ? I was brought up religious, and although I’m not religious as much anymore, these dreams I experienced give me a sense of hope, that we never fully “disappear”. But I now have an increased fear of leaving loved ones behind. Might as well add what others had said - it was a surprisingly pain-free experience.Īnd how it changed me - definitely no longer have a fear of the act of dying. It's crazy how many similar experiences align with mine - I just thought it was plain and boring, lol. Prob longer since I saw family member there that did not make the drive with me, the office was a good 30 min drive from home. Just dark "nothingness".Ĭame to after what seemed like 20 sec, but doc says it was actually more like 20 minutes. It was a calming black, definitely not anxiety inducing (that already happened) and just a peaceful kind of "nothingness". About the same time everything started to fade.įor a brief moment things were hazy/fuzzy, but very quickly faded to black. When I realized how bad it was, I started to feel really cold quite quickly. Very weak, very little control over motor function and very difficult to speak but could hear very clearly. Had a bad allergy episode, slipped into anaphylactic shock. It was just a blank wall.Īnyway, baby and I are fine, but my husband told me that I had to be resuscitated during the c-section because "they lost me." Come to find out, once I did manage to fully open my eyes, there was no door or window, just as they had promised. The light was really, really bothering me. I insisted they close the curtains and/or door, please. I asked them to turn off the lights, because it was too bright. They said there was no window or door, just a blank wall. I kept asking my mom and my husband to close the curtains or close the door. There was a very, very bright door or window, directly across from me. For the life of me I could not open my eyes, though I felt like I was trying very hard to do so. They asked me my name and the date and if I knew where I was. Then there was a voice, I don't remember if it was male or female, but it was trying to calm and soothe and let me know that all was well and not to worry. I knew I had died and I was sad because I wasn't going to see my baby or see him grow up. They were familiar and I wanted to stop and listen, but I was moving along through this maze, unable to stop myself. There were images and voices beyond the walls. energy? Like I was floating through a maze and the walls of this maze where a soft, glowing white. While I was out, I felt like I was weightless and not me, but my like. When they started to cut me open, I could feel it, so they placed a mask over my face and I knocked out almost immediately. I like to think it was something that gave her peace because she finally gave in and let go. I can't speak to what she saw obviously, but she definitely saw something there. A few minutes later she closed them again, her breath became slower and slower and finally stopped. So around 10 minutes or so before she officially passed she opened her eyes completely, and stared straight up towards the ceiling. For a couple days she would occasionally open her eyes but they weren't open much, and she would just stare straight ahead, like she wasn't really seeing anything. Let me give a little background before I get to the end. Towards the end it became very clear we were going to lose her soon. They took her off the ventilator and she continued to breathe on her own for 5 hours, but the breaths were ragged and strained especially for the last hour or two. What happened after that was horribly traumatic for all of us that were present, but one thing about it makes me wonder. When she got pneumonia amd ended up on a ventilator for almost a week with no real improvement we knew we had to let her go. She had been battling cancer for over a year and it was beyond treatment. This isn't about me but my wife, and she wasn't brought back, but I felt like sharing anyway.
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