Cardiac Arrest

I had always been under the assumption that Dmt is identical to the experience of dying. Long before I ever tried dmt I have always told my gf when i come back from losing consciousness that it feels like i just died. Having tried both, I've been tempted to share my last experience of cardiac arrest (which is basically the same as all the rest) and subjective comparisons I have made between the 2 experiences.My problem is low blood pressure.I was in to the hospital having an implanted device removed from my chest to record my heart during the episodes. It was in for 3 years.The hospital had me starve myself for 12 hours, and dehydrate myself that morning, which always makes me feel weak. I was on the hospital bed thing with wheels getting prepped for surgery. I dont like needles but have never passed out from one. She put an iv in my arm. It sucked, stung and I felt a little strange (which has happened from needles before)This pain slightly bothered me for about 5 minutes, the nurse was making small chat but she wasnt getting my full attention. I felt kinda tired, when suddenly I hear a voice, not even sure if I recognized it. When I heard this voice, there was nobody around. I wasnt actually living a life! I couldnt think of anything, I had no ego. I had just been watching videos, possibly memories and suddenly I become part of a clock like system. It was very repetitive and boring. That voice somehow convinced me that I had to break free from this "thing".This is when I start to feel panic and everything starts spinning uncontrollably, and I cant see a thing. Slowly my visions comes back, as I start to see stuff I recognize, like light, a room, people. 3 people? I last recall 2. And they are looking at me with jaws to the floor. I want to speak, but my head feels like it was violently shaken back and forth. I feel intense waves of uncomfortable euphoria exploding behind and around my eyes in my head. The euphoria is wringing tears from my eyes as I am realizing what just happened, I am soaked with sweat and feel like shit, dizzy. I look up at the 2 nurses and my gf and stated abruptly, "That, is exactly what happens!" Apparently that almost called code white because they were trying stop what they thought was an epileptic seizure, and I was forcing them away from me with my arms. Flailing them around with an iv in. Which i was just afraid to even move. My girlfriend said they couldnt wake me, then she stepped in because they were gunna call code white and yelled my name, and that's when I went from basically looking like I'm asleep to freaking out. Death itself I never remember. Even the last several seconds, even final words are forever forgotten. I always reach a point where I start panicking after having what seems like the most peaceful dream in the most peaceful place. I want to believe I am witnessing my favourite memories, maybe reliving them. It just seems so real. More real than DMT. I'd like to stress that the DMT for me is like living the best part of dying. Maybe DMT and death are basically the same thing, and the journey back from death is it's own dark disorienting trip. As similar as death and DMT are, I'll pick DMT any day!This is a long report, and believe me, I left out many details, but if you have any questions drop a comment. I'd love to hear your experiences with death too.