Did I just die?
Monday, October 14, 2013 @ 2:57 PM
At 8.20 exactly this morning I had the strangest experience in my sleep. I was walking up a street; I’d just stopped at a kiosk and asked for the smallest ice-cream – I felt I couldn’t stomach too much, but was also craving it. The woman handed me one of those little, milky lollies and as I gave her a pound, she kept her hand out, so I had to put more coins in it. I noticed my purse bulging to overflowing with coins. I then went back up the same street – I seemed to be going in circles, revisiting the same spot, when I came across my red carpet bag on the ground, with a pair of reading glasses lying near it.
I had my carpet bag slung cross-ways over my shoulder, so I knew I was entering a weird reality.
‘Here goes,’ I thought and I picked up the glasses – they were real; that was okay. I then went to pick up the bag and that was it. Reality dissolved and I felt an ‘oomph’ swirl through me – like before you vomit – and I lost consciousness. And I woke up. I think I died.
‘I’ve got to write this down,’ I thought, so I got up and opened the bedroom door. There was Ruby, my black Labrador, lying on the landing carpet, looking up at me; something she never does. It honestly felt like she knew I was in danger – sensed or smelt it, and had either come to protect me or to comfort me.
This was a couple of hours ago, but I still feel strange, like I cheated death. And I also think that if death were like that it would be nothing to fear. Just a sudden giving in, collapsing and submitting into a nothingness.