I have always hated, no HATED, dental work. This is probably because my childhood dentist said that I needed a number of permanent teeth removed due to my mouth being small (his words!). Mixed in with this was a trip to an orthodontist, another dental nightmare. Of course the wisdom teeth had to go, all four came out under a local anesthetic. At the end of the procedure my entire face was numb, making it impossible to swallow the much needed pain pills!
When the dental surgeon told me that my broken molar had to go, he gave me several options. I stopped him at the outset, and said "just put me in my happy place". He chuckled as I explained my long history of dental agony, and agreed to my happy place request.