When I was 14 I took a hot shot of dope and coke (a speedball is what they call it, killed Belushi and Farley), and I definitely died. I remember dying. I remember my soul flying out and bursting through these black bubbles and I remember hearing screaming... terrifying, horrible screaming. Then I woke up in the hospital. They said I was dead for 4 minutes. I do not believe that I was brought back to the same world. This one is... Hell. No one will talk to me, no friends, haven't been laid in years, all of my goals and ambitions snuffed out, I can barely afford to live and eat and survive. There's all these people with so much money they spend more in one day than I do in my lifetime. The whole world feels... unreal. Every time I eat acid I swim through the eternal nothingness and I am positive that is not the LSD experience, I exist in a world where the layers cannot be un-pealed. I have had 3 long term girlfriends that just left me for no reason at all. Then got married and had kids. Everyone around me has succeeded. I tried SO. HARD. Work three jobs, sleep 2 hours a night or so... can't even get by.
I never believed in God. In Heaven. Or Hell. This is some kind of purgatory, maybe? All the things I love are dead and gone. Besides having extraordinary MC syndrome, there's no Heaven or Hell, you simply are judged on you merit and the world around you changes accordingly.