At age 4-6, I had this recurring dream.
Always identical, so it had to be a memory of something even earlier.
I am half asleep, something going beep, beep, in the background.
I awake with a jolt.
I am being lifted up, in a sitting position.
Up past a close surface looking like a layer of raw meat.
This did not seem stranger than anything else that day.
Lots of light, much of it greenish.
A change in orientation – my face is looking down now.
I see a thigh, much longer than me.
Clearly, I were very small at that time.
As I am carried, I eventually get to look over the bent knee and see a lower leg with a foot.
The dream ends.
Over 40 years later, I understood: I apparently have a memory of being delivered by caesarean section.
Submitted by Helge Hafting.