Not sure if this counts, but here goes!
When I was eleven, I lived in a house that had an outdoors swimming pool.
On one very nice summer day, my two cousins came to visit. We all decided to play our favorite game : Who can hold their breath under the water the longest.
After a couple of rounds, it became clear that I was the best at the game. A typical round would have my oldest cousin and my little sister surfacing for air very quickly. I then used my usual strategy of sticking near the floor of the pool and staring at the dead bugs until I could hear the other cousin give up. I’d immediately kick myself back up, gasp for air and try not look too happy at winning or my little sister would start hating the game. Eventually, my cousins (and my little sister) got kind of tired of playing but I insisted on one last round.
We lowered ourselves gently into the water and after a while, I heard my little sister and my oldest cousin re-surfacing. One second, I was in the pool. The next, I ceased to exist. At least, that’s what it felt like. I had no body, couldn’t remember my name or what I had been doing. I was just kind of “existing” in a big mass of black oblivion. I couldn’t even tell myself “what am I doing here?” because I couldn’t really think. I was just…existing.
There was a white dot (which I guess could have been a “white light”) but I didn’t feel any attraction (or repulsion) to it. It was far away, and close at the same time in the sense that it was impossible to really decide how close to it I was with my non-existent body.
I could have been stuck inside oblivion for a second, or for all of eternity (kind of hard to tell) but I opened my (previously non-existent) eyes and I was staring at the most beautiful, glorious ray of light ever. After a few seconds, I realized that the ray of light just looked pretty because I was staring at it through a lot of water and that it was actually quite ordinary.
After suddenly remembering who I was and what I was doing I heard my cousin come up for air. I felt like I could hold my breathe even longer (heck, I felt like I could breathe water if I wanted too) but I still didn’t understand how exactly I had managed to go from staring at the floor of the pool to staring out of the pool.
I told myself I must have just “skipped a second”. I felt someone take my hand and I was pulled back to the surface by my oldest cousin who looked slightly freaked out.
Apparently, while I was unconscious (or having a NDE, or whatever it was) my second cousin had surfaced for air and everyone had gotten out of the pool. I didn’t immediately come back up like I usually did. After a while, they decided it would be funny to have me come back up, gasping for air and find them all still holding their breathes. So they went back in, held their breathes as long as they could, surfaced and found me still in the pool.
I told them I felt fine and dismissed the experience as “weird”. My oldest cousin insisted that we stop playing in the pool for a while and we played in the backyard instead.
At supper, after the cousins left, my little sister told the story to my parents and I told them about being stuck in oblivion. They were very concerned. According to them, two weeks earlier, a kid had drowned in a swimming pool that was under direct adult supervision while having a breath holding contest. (Has anything like that ever actually happened? They might have just been trying to scare me…) They told me I was lucky I was alright and banned me from playing that particular game for the rest of my life.
When I was older, I heard some stories of NDE’s and thought that some aspects sounded very similar to my experience. I’m not sure If this is what you were looking for, The Man With The Golden Gun. If it is, I’d be glad to answer any questions you might have.
Sort of makes me remember Oscar Wilde’s last words: “Either this wallpaper goes or I do.”