Here's another messed up memory I have from the mid-nineties. Most of the memories I have of actually being on board a craft are in amnesia (mercifully). But that time I woke up on board a craft and it was a lot like the Travis Walton story "Fire in the Sky". I was in a white cubicle, with tubes going into every orifice of my body. I was very sick and weak and it felt like I had been there for months.
There was a pink gel covering my body. Somehow those tubes were tethering me into this cubicle and I managed to rock my body and the tubes came out and I went flying through many dimensions. I was in a long, dark tunnel and every door had a different reality behind it. I slowed and stopped at one door and was in a car dealership with bright sunlight and a zombie was standing there and started to come towards me. I was like, oh hell no. I raised my hand and said" Christ Consciousness" three times and I flew out of there. Went thru many more dimensions and finally found myself back in my own bed. It took a week to recover from this event.