I was getting a ride from a friend on the back of his bicycle. He suddenly veered into traffic. I heard the screeching tires of the car behind us. The car hit the bike and catapaulted me into the air. I was thrown into the other lane of traffic. As I was in the air I could see another car coming toward me. I thought "I'm going to die" and then I blacked out before hitting the street.
I found myself waiting in front of something that I can only describe as a black curtain. I did not have any physical sensations, but I could think and communicate. I wanted to go behind the curtain, but I had to wait for permission. There were three "people" behind the curtain and they seemed unsure about letting me in. I couldn't see what they looked like, just vague images behind the curtain. Then one of them told me "It's not time yet, go back."
I felt a rushing sensation, then my consciousness changed from what I had just experienced to what I was used to. I heard a car door slam. The driver of the car that hit me got out and asked if I was alright. The oncoming car had stopped in time. I felt a little shaky but otherwise was ok. I don't understand how I was able to hit the pavement without experiencing at least some scrapes or bruises, if not a lot worse.