I could sense something coming, like a train was bearing down on me. My heart began to race and I was filled with feelings of foreboding, the train got closer and closer and I braced for the impact; then it arrived, and a feeling of freezing cold heat swept through me until I was filled with this coldwarmth. Afterwards - nothing happened.
Three possibilities seem to me logical:
1. This is what dying feels like. I died, but haven't noticed yet.
2. I finally allowed our Lord Jesus Christ into my heart. This seems unlikely as I have issued not such invitation.
3. I have been possessed by a demon.
So it's the grave, sanctification or eternal damnation for me.
An odd and somewhat troubling Sunday night.