When my kids were all fairly little and I had multiple babies, I had a vivid dream one night that I was driving across a bridge near our home, except I was trying to drive two cars simultaneously. Of course I had all the kids with me. The car with all the kids in it went over the bridge into the river below. I went with it, and as the car was underwater I was wrestling to get car seats unbuckled and get kids to safety. Some of the seats couldn't unbuckle for some reason, so then I somehow had the strength to just wrench the whole entire car seat up out of the car and bring it to the surface. So, I single-handedly saved all six kids, got them to shore, and we sat there shivering til my husband arrived. I told him what had happened and he was like, "Well, it's not really *that* big of a deal. Let's just go home."
That pretty much sums up how I felt about my life at that time.