I consider death often... several times a day... but generally in a philosophical/intellectual/shallow sort of way. A common phrase I have repeated to myself far too often over the last couple decades is "there's nothing I HAVE to do, except die." I'm well aware of that aspect of my future.
The experience I was talking about is more transcendental.
There's fear, and then there's panic. Fear is of some external danger. Panic occurs when there's some internal threat to your existence. Fear is felt in the brain in the amygdala, they don't know yet where panic is experienced. But if a person does not have an amygdala, they don't register any fear, even if attacked with a knife or gun. They're fearless.
Half way down the hill from Idywild to Hemit to sign up for Food Stamps, high on Acid with a pound of pot in the trunk getting pulled over by the cops. F***ng scary! Never did that again! Once maybe on skateboard when Emotional Rescue first came out, blaring out the windows in the headlights, but for sure never after that.