Well I certainly wasn't on any other drugs (IE Illegal ones) other than the drugs that the doctors had given me to relieve the pressure on my brain.
The dream I had that lasted the year in my mind, and the 3 mins in reality, was a lucid realistic dream, so much so I wasn't aware that I was dreaming in the least. Looking back now, I can see it was a dream, because for example I was living in the house that i lived in with my parents until I was about 10, but in my dream I lived there as an adult and my parents were not there. At the same time, other people I had known, but had died or moved away (only existed in my memories) often made appearances in the street or called me up on the phone... It really was a hugely convoluted version of some alternative reality. Caused by, or happening at the exact time I died...
Now the reason I say I didn't know for two weeks, was that with the pressure on my brain, I admit i was in a somewhat confused state anyway, and extremely physically week at the same time... So, it was two weeks into the recovery from the encephalitis, until I was told by a doctor that I had actually died...
You say nice story, but you wont 'buy' it... Well fair enough. Up to you, but remember this. Im not trying to 'sell' it!
In other words, Im not posting here saying 'Look at me ! I hold the answers to life and death'...
Im just recounting a true story, which actually happened to me...
That's all Nothingmore, nothing less...
Peace
