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Then some sort of mechanism was flipping through this pile of mattresses as if it were a deck of cards; and ofcourse it stopped by me. This thing flipping the mattresses was an entity and not a person, its hard to explain, i knew it was there but it didnt look like anything. At this point i started to move, and my friend sitting next to me said it looks like its over for you man. To which i responded, and there was no doubt in my mind, that i had just died.

So im sitting there telling my friend, so this is what happens when you die, you just sort of keep living in another dimension. Important to add is that it didnt feel like reality at all, it genuinely felt like a different life. Freaked out i stood up and walked around my living room, and this is where i started to get a little anxious. There was one distinct thing i remember thinking which was- man this is nothing like last time, when do i snap out of it? I walked over into my kitchen, its situated in my living room as a walk in kitchen and i grabbed a bag of weed from the counter. All of a sudden i spaced out and when i came back i was there taking the bag from a drawer near the counter and actually placing it onto the counter, like in third person.

This confused me momentarily, didnt i just grab it from the counter? Then it happened, i thought i figured it out. When you die every time you have a memory of your former life you relive it; and again i dont know why, but it seemed logical that i had died in that room so for all eternity i was going to be in that room reliving my past memories (like putting the grass on the counter). And this happened for a while - i wouldnt remember moving or doing anything but all of a sudden id be on the other side of the room, reliving a memory. Only after i came down did i realise, that they werent actually memories, i waws just doing stuff i always do.