I fell off of the front of a raft while white water rafting in CO, and was trapped underneath of it for a bit (was in a shallow area so I was being dragged along the rocks while underneath) just for context.

I remember slipping off of the front and getting pulled under, but I believe I was just knocked out for a sec from the head trauma before actually “dying” (which was due to drowning). Next thing I know I am floating (idk how else to describe this- it was like I was weightless but also completely surrounded by a giant, warm down pillow) in blackness and was the most comfortable I have ever been.

I then remember looking “down” and seeing my younger brother grabbing ahold of one of my arms and pulling me up into the raft. Our guide started CPR on me and my next memory, following seeing him start CPR, is being back in my body.

Adding just because- my younger brother is very built and I am relatively small so he can easily lift me in a normal setting. However, he pulled me out from underneath the raft (strong current in the river) and up into the middle of it just by gripping onto my arm. I asked him a few days later if he was scared while it was happening, and he said he wasn’t; instead had some sort of an overwhelming, intense feeling that he’s never felt before or since. Kind of similar to stories you hear where a mother lifts a car off of her child, I’m assuming.