The childbirth thing. Maybe I just have a squick for it? It was like so layers. First, realizing your life was a dream and actually the nightmare was real. Two, waking up in a strange place trapped in a small room, having no control and someone looking in at you. Three, and most importantly, waking up 9 months PREGNANT, with no time to adjust to the notion, and even worse, going into labor. That's some serious body horror right there. Have you ever watched those time lapse pregnancy videos on youtube? It's like the thing from Alien. Miracle life turned into screaming horror because there's no slow adjustment, just the frank awareness that your body is distorting, it's out of your control, you don't know what's going on, you're in pain, and there are all these people who are doing things to you and not acknowledging you as a person.

AIIGGHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh. (I may have read too many stories of birth trauma back when that was an Issue being argued over on a lot of blogs. It tapped into a lot of things I'm already kind of freaked out by).