The night started like most winter nights came home from work, took a long bath and got into my pajamas. I had two glasses of Moscato, read from my book for an hour or so and hit the sheets.
I’m awakened at some point in the evening. I’m staring up at the ceiling when I realize, I feel like I have to go to the bathroom. I dig myself out from all of the blankets and head to the bathroom next to my room. I get in, I don’t even turn the light on, I just sit down and begin to relieve myself. I hear a water trickle but not from my stream hitting the water below but a muffled stream….
I open my eyes and I am laying in my bed. I look around. I’m slightly confused, I thought I was in the bathroom. My dream was so real, I was sure I want dreaming. I move slightly to turn to my side and I can now feel dampness around me. I put a hand on my crotch and it’s soaking. I throw the mountain of covers off of me, bolt across the room to turn the light on. I’m standing making my way back to the bed and I can see the damage from the door. I’ve wet myself and my bed.