Maybe that's what happened, then. I haven't been able to make sense of it since October, 2007 when it occurred.
I was on the floor of the hallway by the master bedroom, he died in my arms, and I tried frantically to resuscitate him, pounded his chest, attempted mouth to mouth, and then I was up at the ceiling looking down, watching myself. It could have been anything from a second or two to several minutes, I don't really know. Then, I was back to myself, and stared at that spot on the ceiling for a long time.
It wasn't a person who died in my arms that night though. It was Woodie, my Lab.
Your post #30 is fascinating. Do you think that experience suggests that you will see Woodie again in an afterlife?
The reason I ask is that I truly believe that there is an afterlife for me and I pray that I will once again see my beloved dogs.