He woke up in a panic @ 4:30 am.
He'd had one of THOSE dreams again.
Terrified, he slowly checked.
Whew! All clear.
Thinking back on the dream…
They were after him. He was trying to evade them.
Who? He didn't know. Why? He had specific idea.
He was trapped in a basement. He had to escape.
He wasn't wearing any pants. (Was this is why he was evasive?)
And he had to pee. Really, REALLY badly.
So he did. Just started peeing on the basement floor. And he kept peeing for 5 dream minutes while moving about, plotting his escape. It was the pee of breaking the seal after being on a bender. So forceful it stung pleasantly as it erupted out relieving the enormous pressure on the bladder wall.
Filling buckets like a lemonade firehose.
Splashing on the floor.
It was a glorious pee. Good thing he wasn't wearing any pant (a recurring motif in his dreams. Shirt? Yes. Pants? Nope. Junk dangling in the breeze.) Wouldn't be able to pee and move with those around his ankles.
Whew, he was relieved to find that he had only relieved himself in the dream.
And not surprisingly, he got up and peed before going back to sleep.
Have you ever had the "peeing dream"?
* Please note, this really has nothing to do with Martin Luther King, but with an actual dream on Tuesday night.