Yep. Happened to me in the ER of Albany Medical Center, 1973.
I was 19, and I collapsed at work. Came into ER in hypolvemic shock. No BP. They couldn't get an IV. I thought, geez, I'm in a roomful of people and I'm dying! How can that be? I passed out.
When I "came to", "I" was hovering over the room where my body was, and I could see the ER doc's white-coated back and head bent as he worked, frantically trying to get a line in. I couldn't see me, because he was leaning over me. I wasn't scared, just interested.
Suddenly, darkness (and fear), tunnel (though I felt more like I was pushed than pulled), light, then I "spilled" into this awesome light, brighter than the sun, but it didn't hurt my eyes-- and I knew the light was God. I was overwhelmed with His love and forgiveness of me. He loved me!
I wanted to stay right there, forever. But He wanted me to come back here; He had things for me to do.
So.....here I am, just trying to make myself useful til I can go "home to stay"