I was in a near-fatal motorcycle accident. I was never really in a “coma” but I was out for a few days. Mainly because of trauma, surgery and drugs. I don’t know if I had just listened to this song before my crash or something, but I was living a version of the song “Pursuit of Happiness” by Kid Cudi.
They were giving me large doses of dilaudid nonstop because of all my injuries and the pain I was in. I would hallucinate that I was walking out of the ICU and suddenly the walls would turn to stars. Then I would see people just doing weird stuff. I would start walking again and realize that I couldn’t walk (I was paralyzed) and I would feel like I was falling, but instead I was trying to get up in bed.
This happened all the time and felt like it lasted forever. It was kind of cool and sad at the same time. The “dreams” were incredible and made me feel good, but then I would feel sad because I would remember I was paralyzed. I would keep thinking I was getting up, but would end up just remember I was in bed and it was impossible.
Neighbors kid was in a bad accident and was in a medically-induced coma. The doctors said that he might be able to hear what they said so sound upbeat, talk to him, play his favorite music, sports, etc. He liked Elvis so they played his CDs almost non stop. When he finally awoke from the coma he thought he was Elvis. It took a long time for him to accept the truth. He had a very long recovering because of his traumatic brain injury. He now works as an Elvis impersonator. 100% the truth. Everyone thinks I’m making it up when I tell them.
3. Car accident
I was in a coma after car accident. I only remember one thing: I was walking down a street. I fell to my knees while coughing. I grabbed at my throat. I look down and saw my esophagus on the ground. I then fell onto my side. I learned later that was probably my vent tube coming out of throat.
Not me, but a friend of mine had some serious complications due to his chemo therapy so they had to induce a coma for a few months when we were both 16. I asked him if he dreamed when he was in the coma and he said the following.
“I remember it was a very long dream. First it was a nightmare, I was being chased by all these Chucky dolls with knives who were trying to murder me. Eventually though, the dream shifted and Jesus came to me. He explained that he would take me to heaven if I was ready. My parents were there and they were very sad that I was going to leave them and I remember thinking about it a lot and weighing all the options, but I finally decided I was going to go with Jesus. When I told Jesus I was ready he smiled at me and said “Sorry it’s not your time.” He then went up into the sky and disappeared into light. I was very upset because I was ready to go. Then I remember waking up and 3 months had passed.”
Should also be noted that he and his family are Catholic and very religious. This obviously reaffirmed everything he believes. He went on to be a Doctor.