Puppets will faint with a Puppeteers strike. Bridges are built with a vampires spike. Beauty is known through the eyes of a tyke. Could this be a clue, to what death might be like?

i once had a dream where i died (by as shot in the head). it was totally black and silent.
but true death would not be like that, because i would not be conscious.
humans can not imagine true death because death contradicts the process of imagination itself.

congratulations for saying a whole lot without really saying anything at all…...................... long winded is not always needed.

I don’t expect there is a particular moment-of-death experience at all.

That is, I think the experience is what the mind and body go through when they are sill alive, and can be experienced without dying, as reported by people who have nearly died, or technically died and come back.

For example, I know what it’s like to lose consciousness or nearly lose consciousness. Kind of a fading out, also involving dreams. Being put under for surgery by a cocktail of drugs was like losing attention from reality and then floating in a warm fluffy cloud for a while with no concerns, and then waking up and having what I was afraid of be all done, and wanting to sing happy songs… well, that’s what opiates are like when not addicted, too.

Some people do have “whole life flashes before me” experiences when drowning or fainting.

Getting injured is a different experience, but sudden injury tends to cause (me anyway) to get very focused and matter-of-fact on the situation, and nearly being knocked out was sort of like nearly falling asleep. Injuries that slowly kill you but leave you very awake after the emergency can be very painful – people with “gut wounds” asking to be killed and all that, for example, but that’s clearly a living experience, not the moment of death.

Sort of by definition, I think, we don’t have any reports of actual death experience.

I think the reports of out-of-body experiences and white tunnels and gatekeepers asking if you’re ready to die or whatever are probably mostly or all in the imagination. That seems like the most likely theory about those stories to me, anyway. Though personally I do tend to think the soul has an existence outside the physical body that survives death in some form, and it is involved in such stories, I think the fact the person is alive telling the story, by (my) definition means they have not actually died yet, so they are reporting on some pre-death experience.

So for what I’d call actual-death and post-death experiences, I’ve not seen any reports I believe, so I think we’re left to our imaginations. I think the soul that may exist outside the body may not even be tied to only one living body at a time, and/or probably experience things in a very different way, especially after the body and brain have stopped working.

It better not feel like when my leg falls asleep. I hate that shit.

What I find interesting is that we even think about this. I wonder when the first person who became conscious of this question lived. We can speculate all we want, but, as far as I know, there is no verifiable instance of a person coming back from brain death to talk about what death is like.

The moment before death, when that anti-panic system kicks in, and makes us relax and feel good and not concerned with death, seems not to tell us much, except that we have a way of preparing for death that must actually have a survival value. I suppose it’s like how shock works. If we feel everything we feel, then we can get paralyzed, but if we start perceiving and living in a kind of different reality, we might survive.

But to experience anything when there is no longer a body to experience things… seems like a nice fantasy. It will only work if there is some kind of essence of a being that can survive the death of the body. If there is such a thing, it is, so far, undetectable. So we can fantasize about it all we want. Just as we can fantasize about any other undetectable thing that it pleases us to imagine.

I believe imagination serves to fill in gaps in our knowledge. It works in such a way that we can easily believe that what we imagine is actually a corporeal part of reality. A lot of people live in their imaginations. Others live “in the moment.” Probably most of us live in both places, switching back and forth as preference and skill allows us.

Imagination is quite useful. It allows us to predict the future, and it helps us make better decisions and thus stay alive longer. I am always pleased when something happens as I imagine it will. I tend to ignore the instances where I made a prediction, and it didn’t happen that way. It’s all just data to refine my model of reality—the way things seem to work.

Still, I don’t find any of this to be a satisfactory explanation of why we imagine, and then believe things we have no evidence for. Is it wishful thinking to comfort ourselves? Is it a mechanism for greasing social wheels? Is it a way of recognizing people who belong to the same group as you do? Is it a misunderstanding of scientific method? Is it a reliable perception of an immaterial world?

Anyway, in my imagination, death is a permanent absence of awareness of self. It seems like an unfortunate thing, because life is the only gift that allows me to perceive anything, or to conceive of myself as a self.

@ubersiren

It’s called Paresthesia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paresthesia

@ABoyNamedBoobs03

In case you missed it, this question requests that you share your opinion about what the death experience might be like. You are welcome to join the others in doing so.

There are other questions on this forum that would be better suited to your gracious offering of a writing lesson. Or if you prefer, start one yourself. But your current reply has nothing to do with this question other than your desire to judge something as unsuitable.

Please, join in with the conversation at hand. What does @ABoyNamedBoobs03 think about the death experience?

No.

I just imagine it to be like finally getting a good nap.

something like birth.

I don’t expect death to be like anything in particular and I know the experience of dying varies radically from person to person. And one way or another it’s going to happen to me one day.

Since it’s happening no matter what I do, I’m more interested in focusing on things I can influence than fixating on those that can’t.

I think death is the end, therefore no one can know what it is like for sure. We can make assumptions based on what we know happens to tissue once death occurs. Of course it largely depends on the mode of death. If your neck is snapped, you won’t feel a thing from any of your body except phantom limb type sensations because the nerve pathways are broken. If you are shot, you will be in extreme pain. I am told by people who have survived heart attacks that it feels like being kicked in the chest by a horse.

I don’t think anyone’s first hand account can be considered accurate, because when your body is on the verge of death the brain cannot be assumed to be operating properly, and may cause some very strange hallucinations. Some have come back from the brink of death saying they have seen things, others say there is nothing. Neither is proof, as it relies entirely on which neural region is affected first and most severely.

We know brain injuries can change someone’s intelligence, personality and even memories. If this occurs, I think it is safe to assume that all consciousness is contained solely in the brain, so once neural signals cease the person is dead, and no longer exists, and therefore cannot come back to tell us anything at all.

I try not to think about death too much. It’s something you can’t know anything about, in anyway way shape or form. I can only say I hope I’m surrounded by the people I love and am not in too much pain when it happens.

I would guess that death feels like DMT. DMT feels like heat sliding down your spine, and it is very pleasant. No tingling for me, but perhaps others feel it that way. I also wonder if there would be a stretched-out Waking Life (Richard Linklater movie, check it out if you haven’t seen it) moment of frenetic brain activity. That would be nice.

I indulge myself and add a bit of my favorite philosopher on death, Georges Bataille this quote is not edited; the ellipses are Bataille’s: “The self in no way matters. For a reader, I am any individual: name, identity, the historical don’t change anything. He (the reader) is any one and I (the author) am also any one. He and I, having emerged without name from . . . without name, are for this . . . without name, just as two grains of sand are for the desert, or rather two waves losing themselves in two adjacent waves are for a sea. The . . . without name to which the “known personality” of the world of etc. belongs, to which it belongs so totally that it is not aware of it. O death infinitely blessed without which a “personality” would belong to the world of etc. Misery of living men, disputing to the death the possibilities of the world of etc. that’s us! Joy of the dying man, wave among waves. Inert joy of the dying, of the desert, fall into the impossible, cry without resonance, silence of a fatal accident.”