Re: Important 'cause...
I have experienced the "time slowing" thing. People think it's an exaggeration but it's not.
I was driving through a rainstorm at night. Had navigated to a random point on a map, so literally had no idea where I was or where I was heading.
Emerged from a forest, into a little village, miles from anything. Only the pub was actually lit up, the rest was just houses and incidental lighting. Passed the pub, 20-25mph or so (it was seriously belting down), followed the road, and ended up with a bridge in front of me.
Literally, I can remember my entire thought process. A sign on a pole appeared and passed the front of my bonnet. Through the rain-soaked windscreen it was tricky to make out but I saw it and my brain processed it. It was a little car. Going downhill. Into some wavy lines. I *know* I know what that means, but I can't think of it. Literally - from my brain's point of view - many, many, many seconds of debating happened as I tried to reason what the sign was. Meanwhile I drove up onto the "bridge"... Very steep this bridge. I wonder why they have a bridge in the middle of nowhere.
And then brain finally decided that it had thought long enough and brought back reality to me. Not bridge. Harbour. Not "the road is made of bacon" but... this is the end of the harbour and you're about to plunge into the ocean. Amazing, considering I had *zero* idea I was near the ocean at all. Never pressed the brake so hard in my life and it appeared to take forever to stop - I can remember at least "ten seconds" of me just pushing the brake to try to hasten the stopping, and it not happening... after the long internal conversation to do so.
I literally spent the next ten minutes with my car at a 25-30 degree up angle on the ramp, full beams shining off into the sky, the bottom of the beam just catching the top of 12-foot rolling waves as they smacked against the ferry-docking-ramp I'd just driven up.
1) I can't swim.
2) I did not know I was near the ocean, so would have been utterly unprepared.
3) It was 12-foot-waves. No exaggeration.
4) Because it was a ferry port / harbour there was no easy way back up to dry land even if I could get out a car that fell into water bonnet-first.
5) It was pitch black, middle of the night.
6) Because of the huge rainstorm, nobody would have heard a thing. The pub was shut, it just had lights on.
7) I'd just split up with my wife and gone on a drive to escape... so nobody was coming to look for me even if I was missing.
I sum those to equal "death", personally. It's the closest I've ever come to it.
However, when I recovered from the more-than-slight shock, I realised several things. Including that the sign I "passed" was parallel to the passenger door. I'd barely encroached a few feet up the ramp. Given the conditions, that tells you how slow I was being anyway, but there is NO WAY I had time for the internal-conversation that took place.
I can remember the length and detail of that internal conversation, which must have been literal fractions of a second, and it far exceeds reality. Either your brain massively overclocks in an emergency, to get more done in a short time, or something weird happens to your perception of time.
"Although I will say I never realised quite how fast 60mph actually is until I was approaching a wall at that speed with limited control. When normally driving it always felt quite slow."
I like to do this to people (my kid especially). Drive along normally. Pick a landmark. A lamppost. An old lady. Whatever. Now, in your head, picture what it's like to hit them as you drive... literally see how quickly they would go from being "in front of the car" to "up in the air behind you before you could even really brake". The distance you cover at motorway speeds is stupendous, but even driving along a side road.
There's the old lady... here we go... BANG-CONTACT-FLING-SPLAT as the front/windscreen/roof/back of your car passes the point she's standing at. It's amazingly conducive to realising quite what speed does.