I have a friend who used to drink too much water. This eventually lead to him having dangerously low sodium levels but he didn’t know that. One day, he knew something was wrong and was yelling to his landlady next door to get help. He passed out outside of his apartment. Then he was in a coma for 4 days.

I asked him what the coma was like. He said he remembered having a vague sense of panic like he was still trying to get his landlady. He doesn’t remember, but when he first woke up, he was screaming her name and fighting the nurses.

Literally no one alive can tell you because there is no sensory input when you’re dead. Hence the being dead part.

But if you want to try to imagine what it will be like, the commenter who stated imagining what it was like pre-conception/birth…that’s about as accurate as is possible to describe.

I anticipate nothingness — and I’m reminded of what Mark Twain said about fearing death.

Wow, i just wonder, but i think just respawn would be better than becoming a ghost waiting for revive

7/10 it’s 'aight

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The only people who know for sure can’t tell us

Feels like a failing art and politics career.

So one of my mother’s friends very briefly died from COVID-19. According to her, being dead was peaceful, basically just nothingness, and she was slightly miffed that they brought her back.

It’s like you were doing something then absolutely nothing.

The crash that broke my neck and back; it was seeing an idiot double parked in the road, hearing the car about to pass me, waiting, matching speed to ensure I wouldn’t get hit by some idiot from behind and slipping into the stream behind a Jeep Grand Cherokee. I remember the passenger side taillight. It wasn’t the brake lights coming on or anything, just the car passing and my focus sliding across in that moment, then I’m totally blank.

I’ve had anesthesia before. It was a blank minded state even stronger than anesthesia. I came to when a major nerve for my lip was cut by the removal of the last large piece of glass from my chin. That was 3 hours later. I was in tremendous pain, already heavily drugged, and my lip didn’t even register as more than a mild poke by comparison to what my back felt like right between my shoulder blades. It felt like I had a long sword through my back. Most of my major damage was around my skull and neck, but that spot in my back is all that I have ever felt and still feel. I had major damage to C1 and the base of my skull. If I had not lost consciousness and tried to move before the swelling could hold most of the stuff in place, I was told it probably would have killed me. I think I was pretty close to death in that one. Many times I wish I had died then. If I had died. I would have had a beautiful February morning, feeling awesome, focused, ready to finish putting together my inventory proposals for the new shop we were opening up.

If there was something else to talk about, I wouldn’t hesitate to mention it and tell you all about it. There simply wasn’t anything at all. Even some element of my subconscious that I am aware of with sleep was missing. Waking up like that feels like I died when I look back. That is because I had to give up everything, all of my interests and motivations were forced to change due to my physical limitations.

So what does it feel like? It feels like nothing. It feels like “how the fuck did I get here, and what the fuck happened,” even when you’re unable to think straight or say very much.

Mostly waking up in ICU wishing it did work this time.

Mostly blackness. In my experience 2 types: one that is some sort of magical teleportation with no memory whatsoever.

There was also a time where I remember time moving forward and “knowing” I was in blackness. Cant call it consciencent but it is something else.

Have you ever gone under general anaesthesia? The kind where you are up and talking one second, and then, ten hours later, you wake up somewhere else entirely? You know that space in-between, where there was nothing at all?

It’s about like that, except that you never wake up.

Your consciousness is inextricably entwined with your physical existence. Everything about you that makes you you is contained in your brain. When your brain chemistry is changed–by drugs, disease, or injury–who you are changes as well. When your brain dies, when it ceases to function, you cease to exist. There is no evidence that there is some supernatural force that inhabits your body and brain, but on the contrary, there is plenty of evidence that you are your body and brain.

I’m currently suffering in a state of half constipation, half diarrhea. I imagine it’s something like that.

When you die, you just wake up in a parallel universe where you’re still alive. Being dead is like still being alive.

super cheap. no rent.

If you’ve ever tried DMT, that’s what heaven is like.

Hell is basically a speedball gone wrong.

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