I'm 18 years old, and have an arrhythmia known as "Sudden Unexpected Death Syndrome". A few months ago, I woke up looking at the clock, and it read 7:54am. I couldn't really feel my body, yet I knew I was freezing cold. I couldn't move, yet all of a sudden I sat up. The only thing was, my body stayed where it was on the bed. I felt like I moved over outside of the bed looking at my body. At that moment, I realized what had happened. My heart had stopped, and I was dead. Instead of an extreme rush of terror, I felt extremely comforted and sensed someone close. I looked up and saw a great blinding light. From it, came an authoritative yet calming voice. All I heard, was "not yet."  and I had the greatest sense, that while I looked at my body there, Jesus was the one talking to me, and he was around me. It felt as though he wanted me to go back to bed, into my body. So as i went back to my body, my arm reached out to him, but I couldn't control it. Suddenly my arm came crashing down onto my chest with a thud. Suddenly I felt a warm rush throughout my body, and could feel my heart beating again. I again stared at the clock, and it read 7:56am. I don't think this was a dream, because I fully remember it and will until the day I really do die. From then on, I'm no longer afraid of my heart stopping because if the experience will be like that again, I look forward to the day it happens.