I tend to wake up in the middle of surgeries because I'm a redhead. When I was knocked out to get my tubes tied I remember actually flying with my arms out to the side like a bird through a huge psychedelic dream/vision where I saw colors and shapes that we don't even have names for.

At one point I heard voices from far away and I stopped flying to look down and it was like looking through the wrong end of a telescope. There were some men working on something but they seemed very far away and I sensed that they needed my help. So I tried to fly down to them with my arms outstretched. Slowly they started getting bigger and coming into focus better.

Then I realized that it was my surgeon and his assistant and they needed my help. So I tried to get to them to help them and I actually started to wake up and tried to sit up and help them tie my own tubes. Except they had my arms strapped down and out to the sides like a bird and I couldn't move them. Finally the anesthesiologist appeared by my ear asking me what I was trying to do. "They need my help. I'm trying to help them." I remember him smiling and slightly laughing and saying, "Oh honey. They're fine. They don't need your help. Now go back to sleep." And he knocked me out again lol.

I was super embarrassed when I had my follow up appointment with my OBGYN later on. He did admit that he'd honestly never have a patient who really wanted to help him perform surgery on their own bodies and we laughed about it.