I used to be gonna die, there was nothing I may do about it, in a matter of seconds my complete physique could be destroyed.
As I used to be taking my final gasp of air, my mind was working sooner than ever, what ought to I do of my final seconds, what my final phrases needs to be ?
Tomorrow there’s gonna be a report in some newspapers about what occurred to me, how horrible it was, individuals will suppose “oh that is unhappy, dying so younger” then they will return to their life.
Nicely at the very least now I am going to know if there’s “one thing after” (in some way I do not wanna be proper about pondering there’s nothing).
The air is leaving my lungs, I am dying. It is my finish.
The following second I get up in my mattress, I’m.. alive ?
How can I be ? The place am I ? Is that what’s after ?
Just a few seconds go and I realise it was “only a dream”, I’ve all the time been protected in my mattress, it appears.. However the feeling stays, I am useless, I bear in mind my final phrases, my final breathe, the final time my coronary heart beat.
Since then I’m wondering if I am over-thinking all of it so I assumed, why not sharing and see if a few of you guys relate.