I dreamt last night that I was in labor. It wasn't a memory-type dream, it was clearly a new labor with another child. It was not dramatic or remarkable– I was just swaying back and forth, concentrating and holding my back.
When I snapped back to reality I was face down underneath my pillow in the dark, mouth breathing.
Jon was getting dressed as I crawled out of bed and I mumbled in his general direction, "I had a dream I was in labor."