No, I didn't actually. My mind was literally just a loop of the terrifying thought "I'm about to die", with nothing else, apart from a very persistent soundtrack (a progressive house tune, one of my favourites at the time, that kept going through my head for the following 45 minutes). I think the music was part of my brain's attempt to keep me calm and focused.
Once I started moving, the soundtrack continued, but the loop was gone.
Thanks for sharing your stories guys, great stuff.
But when you're old and telling your respective stories to your grandkids replace dollar coin with prime rib and progressive house tune with Beethoven's 9th.
Once I started moving, the soundtrack continued, but the loop was gone.