I am not sure if this is the proper term, but I had a death experience when I was 23. I was sitting on the edge of my bed at three am after an outpatient surgery visit the previous afternoon. My heart was racing. My body grew colder, and then suddenly I was walking through a mist of colored gases like this one. Then I was walking on a railroad track. A train was heading for me. And then the sky opened up, a ladder slid down from the sky, and I walked up and was lifted out of the sky by someone. I woke up, grunting, having a seizure, on my bedroom floor. A hole in the wall showed me where my head had hit the drywall from some height.
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