This morning's dream.
Ah, a new morning. It's wonderful to wake up and get out of your waterbed and stretch, in nothing but a cushy pink adult's pull-up diaper, blissfully ignoring some of the more childish clues around your room. That you know for a fact you physically can't remove until you use it, which isn't a problem until you step out of the bedroom and realise there are other people home. So you hide in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet as your body gets more desperate to go to the bathroom. If you get discovered, you know that it'll end in a lot of trouble for you and you'll wake up tomorrow with even more childish attire, like some sort of curse. So you realise you can just use one of the garbage bags used to get rid of the toilet rolls to dispose of the diaper, and sneak it out once you've done your business and gotten the pull-up off. With this in mind you relax and prepare to just empty your bladder and bowels...
...and you wake up in bed again for real after having gone through a picture-perfect dream sequence of your home and room. To which my first confused reaction was to a) check under the sheets and b) get up and take care of morning business in the bathroom. The hell was that all about, dreamscape? It's been lingering in my head all day.
...and you wake up in bed again for real after having gone through a picture-perfect dream sequence of your home and room. To which my first confused reaction was to a) check under the sheets and b) get up and take care of morning business in the bathroom. The hell was that all about, dreamscape? It's been lingering in my head all day.