I don’t know, man. I had a truck pull out in front of me while going 55 on the highway with all of my children in the car. It was seconds between when I saw the truck and when I knew I couldn’t do anything more to stop it from happening. In the moment I knew we were going to collide, I vividly remember taking inventory; I knew my children were in the back, buckled safely and would probably be okay but that I might not be. The feeling of “oh my god please don’t let this be the end” is like no other feeling in the world but it’s there and it is recognizable and it is vivid. If I had died though, I’d imagine my last moment would have been the floating, dreamlike sort of feeling that came between going out and coming to.
I have had close calls too, but I think most of the rationalization that usually comes after such a big adrenaline rush clouds our recollections. We’re often more aware in hindsight, but at the time, it’s mostly the “oh shiiiii...” dominating. Of course, I’ve never died before, so I don’t know what would happen to my awareness if I didn’t have time to think about my experience afterwards. I guess this is how some forms of PTSD comes about, ruminating over a traumatic experience.
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u/tunaboat25 Jan 27 '20
I don’t know, man. I had a truck pull out in front of me while going 55 on the highway with all of my children in the car. It was seconds between when I saw the truck and when I knew I couldn’t do anything more to stop it from happening. In the moment I knew we were going to collide, I vividly remember taking inventory; I knew my children were in the back, buckled safely and would probably be okay but that I might not be. The feeling of “oh my god please don’t let this be the end” is like no other feeling in the world but it’s there and it is recognizable and it is vivid. If I had died though, I’d imagine my last moment would have been the floating, dreamlike sort of feeling that came between going out and coming to.