Is it ever too late to come home to Jesus?
Carroll, 47, was comatose on a ventilator in critical condition at the California Pacific Medical Center for two weeks in March after coming back from a European tour, according to the San Francisco Chronicle’s Datebook.
In his nightmares, he dreamed a female devil rebuked him for sloth and transformed him into a “Jabba the Hutt-like-monster” who vomited blood until he had a heart attack.
He awoke on March 30, and there were “tubes coming in and out of me, and there was a nurse right there.
“My first words were, ‘Am I still in hell?’
“She ignored me.”
He said time in hell has set his feet on a street called straight: He’s stopping hard alcohol and bong rips, and will only self-medicate with the occasional hard cider and marijuana edible.
He was close to death and now his awakening feels like rebirth.
“I’m still going to listen to satanic metal, and I still love Deicide and bands like that,” Carroll told the Chronicle. “As far as for my personal life and my experience of what I went through, I don’t think Satan’s quite as cool as I used to.”