Aged about 9 or 10 years I had been taken to the dentist for an extraction, in those days,I am now 70, gas was the method of anaesthesia and I hated the smell of the mask and taste of the block that was meant to keep your mouth open.
I fought against it, the next thing I was aware of was being above and behind two people working on someone in a chair who I knew to be me. It was like looking down the wrong end of a pair of binoculars close but seemingly far away. I do not now remember seeing or hearing any others.
I do feel that my life has been better for the experience. Reuben Ridgeback.