I have been fully under a couple times.
Recovering from the first time was like a series of Polaroids. I opened my eyes, saw my Mom standing over me in the recovery room, then blackness.
A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, we were in the car, then blackness.
A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and we were parked in front of the house, then blackness.
A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and I was in the den recliner being stared at by our border collies, then blackness.
Then there was a rapid fire sequence of blackouts interrupted by the younger BC gently draping a soggy rope bone on an extremity, one at a time, until she woke me up completely by hitting me in the face with a wet end of the 5th bone.