Isn't it suppose to flash¿

On Tuesday, I almost hit a city bus.

I was so close that I swerved w/o looking in the other lane.

After my heart rate slowed to a decent pace, I began to replay the situation, It went like this in my head...

~Driving thinking about how nice it was outside
~looking at buildings (some nice, some not so nice)
~Still driving
~Oh S**t
~Swerve
~Whoo Whoo Whoo (that's me breathing)
~Ok, great... I'm alive
~.........
~..............
That was it. Somewhere along the way some memories, nightmares or something should have been playing in my head... but nooo, just me thinking about my life not flashing before my eyes.

I was cheated... or maybe I'm really not living.

WTC???