The last few nights I’ve had a recurring scary dream. I suppose you could even call it a nightmare, or a night terror; the fear I feel when I wake up is that real.

It always starts out the same. I’m in some random place, passing the time with friends when all of the sudden I feel the urge to use the restroom. I make my way to a bathroom, sometimes on the run, desperately looking for any place to pee. And when I find it…I go. I pee in my dream. And then I wake up.

This is serious, waking up in your bed after dreaming you just went to the bathroom is the scariest thing you will ever wake up to. Can you imagine my horror? My “check” in and around my sleeping bag? It’s frightening, I promise.

I guess that’s what happens when you spend half the night “holding it”. You have to walk half a block to use the bathroom around here. Given the choice between waking up, putting on shoes, and walking in the cold to the port-a-potty or just staying in bed and hoping for the best…I always choose the latter. I choose sleep. I choose dreams. Dreams where I pee.

In case you’re wondering, no, I have not wet my bed…yet. Although if I don’t stop drinking water…who knows. Now, that’s scary.

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