@OmSigDAVID,
It was in a lake. I can't swim. A friend struggled to help me, but I almost drowned him. During The struggle I remember every detail. I kept thinking, is this it, am I going to die in this stupid lake in Kentucky? To thinking, this is it, I'm going to die in this stupid lake.
My friend finally broke loose from me, and had to push me away, to keep me from drowning him. He looked around for his options on what to do. Our boat was about twenty yards away. The safety seat cushion I had lost hold of in the first place was about the same distance away, In the opposite direction. He opted to swim for the cushion.
Alone now, everything went dark and I though, I'm going to die. I relaxed and felt a surge of water sweep past me as I seemed to sink deeper. This startled me, and I waved my hands for a second, trying to swim upwards. Then I thought, what's the use?, I'm going to die.
I found myself in total darkness. All I could sense was the presence of myself, with a huge smile, and the darkness, and I thought, wow, I'm dead. I paused and thought about it for a moment. Then I turned my head from side to side and saw nothing but darkness. I thought about that for a moment, then I thought, OK, what happens now?
As soon as I thought that, I started coming back to myself. I looked up, and I remember, I was straight up and down looking up, and could see the safety cushion floating on the surface of the water. My friend was pulling me up by my hair, as I reached for the cushion.
My friend told me when he returned to me, I was floating face down with my arms out, (the dead mans float), about a foot under the water. He said as soon as he got my hand about an inch from the cushion, I was on it. He said he didn't know how I did that.
Floating with my arms hung over the cushion, being a long haired stoner in the 70s, I couldn't see with my hair in my eyes. I thought, what the hell?, whats going on?, I know I'm dead, I remember dieing. I barely had the strength to reach up and push the hair out of my eyes.
I looked around and saw my friend swimming to the boat, the sun shining, the tree lined bank, and I thought, wow, I get another chance.
My friend, (his name is Denny by the way), said I was floating "the dead man's float"when he pulled me up by my hair. But from my perspective, I was straight up and down, looking up, a few feet under the water, where I remembered dieing.