Tanguerra, you make me smile (thank you for that - I needed it)
I am exhausted and ready for bed. Tomorrow i'll try to do as you suggested and then reply to your post with the attention it deserves.
Before I go tho, you asked (in part): "If you could try to get into the emotions of the experience you had (rather than fussing about the details and scientific explanations) you might get some insight."
That ones easy. Before I "realized" that I must be "dead", I just took it in stride, even if it did confuse me. I just thought "wow what a trip - i gotto get out of this cold", kind of thing) However, when the thought hit me that I was dead, my emotions went from disbelief, to "be careful of what you wish for" (i'll explain that tomorrow), to panic, to sadness for the people left behind and how they would deal with my "death", to an unbelievable lonelyness and a sense of loss, to "i'm not done with this life yet", to anger and denial, and i think the last thought i had was a refusal to believe that i was dead. Which is why i just walked inside.
And even tho I had the same "this is someone else's now " sensation when I climbed into my bed, that same denial / anger rose in me and some thought of "that was too bad because I am in it (the bed) now, and they will just have to deal with it".
And that was the last conscious thought I had before I fell asleep.
See you tomorrow.
I am exhausted and ready for bed. Tomorrow i'll try to do as you suggested and then reply to your post with the attention it deserves.
Before I go tho, you asked (in part): "If you could try to get into the emotions of the experience you had (rather than fussing about the details and scientific explanations) you might get some insight."
That ones easy. Before I "realized" that I must be "dead", I just took it in stride, even if it did confuse me. I just thought "wow what a trip - i gotto get out of this cold", kind of thing) However, when the thought hit me that I was dead, my emotions went from disbelief, to "be careful of what you wish for" (i'll explain that tomorrow), to panic, to sadness for the people left behind and how they would deal with my "death", to an unbelievable lonelyness and a sense of loss, to "i'm not done with this life yet", to anger and denial, and i think the last thought i had was a refusal to believe that i was dead. Which is why i just walked inside.
And even tho I had the same "this is someone else's now " sensation when I climbed into my bed, that same denial / anger rose in me and some thought of "that was too bad because I am in it (the bed) now, and they will just have to deal with it".
And that was the last conscious thought I had before I fell asleep.
See you tomorrow.