17 Former Hospital Patients Reveal What It Felt Like To Be In A Coma

17 Former Hospital Patients Reveal What It Felt Like To Be In A Coma

1. He’s now paralyzed

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.

2. Neighbor’s kid was in a medically-induced coma

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.

4. Three months had passed

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.

5. Can’t tell if it was a dream or not

I spent ten days in a medically induced coma following the birth of my youngest son. He will be three years old this September. When I woke up I remember being very upset about a conversation between two nurses that took place in my hospital room while I was sleeping. I’ve always wondered if that conversation really happened or if it was a dream/nightmare.

6. The Grudge

Before I entered a coma (fell from the second story of a gym under construction and landed on my head), I had watched The Grudge. So during the whole coma, I dreamed that I was trapped in a completely white room with the grudge girl. She never moved and just stood there, but when I woke up from that coma, I refused to close my eyes for a couple of nights from fear.

7. Dying dreams are not fun

I was in a chemically induced coma for two weeks. My situation wasn’t normal. They didn’t know what was wrong with me other than that my lungs were totally full of fluid and that my brain was on the fast track to shutting down. They told my mother I was going to die and they couldn’t do anything about it. My blood oxygen saturation was something like 29% when I came in. They said over and over that I shouldn’t be alive. They kept telling me that. The nurses, the doctors, the girls in the ambulance. I remember fading away while staring at the freakishly bright lights in my face in the ER.

If others dreams were anything like mine, they won’t want to tell you about them. It’s not “dreams” so much as it is another reality. I remember meeting people that I’d never seen nor heard of, becoming really good friends with them, then watching one of the girls die in a horrific car wreck. Apparently I came to at some point and started asking, “The girl, is the girl ok?” It was the most vivid thing I’ve ever been a part of.

I remember there was a party where people were covered in animal shit. There was some really dark stuff that I really don’t want to talk about, much less write down. I have “forgotten” some of it I suppose. It was terrible for me. Some people’s experiences may be different, but mine was drug induced and I wouldn’t wish those dreams on anyone. I spent 14 days under. I was not aware of anything on the outside. It never occurred to me that I may have been dead or dying. I never once thought I was in bad shape. Hell, I WALKED into the hospital with less than 30% blood oxygen concentration. All this happened on Christmas eve night. I’m like 6 years past that now and I was told that the only lasting damage was some scar tissue on my lungs that may or may not go away with time.

If you’re dying, your dreams are fucked up. Nothing good or fun took place.

The 2nd part we will share tomorrow.



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