When I was 6 they took my tonsils out, typical surgery they did whether ya needed it or not, back in the 60s. I recall knowing I was knocked out, sedated, but literally floating & able to see & hear conversations going on, inside my operation room, as well as down the hallway, & into the waiting room. I recall vividly thinking this has to be a dream! I saw my mom wearing my favorite color, like EE egg blue, a pretty outfit of hers. My dad was pacing, worried about me, and they were talking about getting ravioli (my fav dinner) and several Breyers ice creams, since that's what the doctor said would be good for the recovering sore throat. I also heard sounds, so floated down the hall, to see a stranger getting mad, when the vending machine stole his money & he didn't get his candy. That dude was really ticked off, he was rocking the whole darn machine back & forth. Many people gave him a wide berth walking by, he was really blowing a gasket over that candy bar!

(stuff like that may scare others, but it makes me laugh). One of the nurses finally gave him one of theirs, just to calm him down & stop him from bashing the vending machine.
When I got my voice back, days later, I told Dad about what I saw & heard. He was wide eyed & speechless...apparently it wasn't a dream after all. Every bit of it happened.