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Well, it finally happened. Listen....Last Sunday @ 11:07AM I let my Katrina the kitty out in our yard and, as I was walking from the kitchen door to the den just five or so steps away was suddenly overcome with a wave of sleepiness that was not unlike being drugged as though by a powerful anesthetic one would experience afore surgery. Overwhelmed with this I succumbed laying down with my last recollection of the clock on 11:07AM. All of a sudden I was @ this very large hospital, bustling with patients(people who were of three calibers;1)people who were waiting in a large waiting room area as in any metropolitan hospital on a very busy day 2)people who were being taken to their respective hospital rooms after they had just been "admitted" and were visibly confused 3) people who were seemingly in a comatose type state/and or catatonic being placed in another "wing " of the hospital. I have been to this "hospital" many times over the last decade and always thought I was there to "work".(I am a nurse in real life) It was just a few years ago that I read of Robert Bruce's having been there which gave me solace and verification for me. There were "dead" people there that I knew in real life; i.e. one fellow who worked with me for many years @ one time - he was no longer a patient there he told me but there to visit me (he was dressed nicely in streetclothes) to help me adjust. It is indeed a hospital for the newly dead who are confused and in shock. It is layed out like a typical hospital with real nurses even wearing their professional caps. However, what I noticed is that there are no IV bags, automatic defibrillators nor any other lifesaving machines for heroic measures in which to revive/resuscitate one. And why would there be? OK, in real life I am pretty adept @ lucid dreaming, have AP'dmany times but this was different. As hard as I tried I could not get back. As prepared as I thought I would be when the time should come of my demise after reading thousands of books and practicing techniques, etc. I was not. I stood in the middle of the hospital foyer @ one point yelling,"Look! I want some answers here-AM I DEAD?!!! There were several who assured me I was and then I was whisked off to a hospital room in which there were three beds, two of which were occupied by two sleeping women-I was put in the third bed next to the wall and fell unconscious. Later I woke up only to see the ceiling with the curved metal runner that serves as the privacy curtain holder. I then jumped out of bed and went running into the foyer again and grabbed a small brunette woman dressed in street clothes asking her how I died. She said I was found dead in my house. My next urgent question was, "Who's got my kitty?" She told me a friend of mine took her. There were more questions from me but the answers only served me and I don't wish to bore whomever is reading this. OK! Just as my panic was starting to subside and I was truly processing all this all of a sudden I heard my name called twice forcefully and sternly, "MYHORAN! MYHORAN!" and.....POP! I was back in my bed jumping up, pinching myself covered with sweat with my heart beating like a triphammer. This was NO DREAM. It was much different than dreams. The "feel" to it while I was in this realm was NOT like a dream. In closing I must tell you that when I came "back" the clock read 11:45AM; in 38' I experienced being away for what seemed like days. I forgot to mention @ the beginning of this epistle that when I woke up on Sunday morning @ 5AM I had the menacing feeling that I was going to "die". Now that I've processed this I think of it as a gift. You see, if I had had the regular conventional NDE(i.e.heart attack, going through the tunnel, out of work for six weeks) I could not have afforded it financially. I do feel different in many ways; my back pain is gone; I am not so angry. I think everyone should have an NDE. The world would be a better place. Kind blessings and peace to all, myhoran