i did not wet the bed

Yesterday, I had a long and perfectly instructive dream that I remember thinking as I was dreaming was definitely crystal clear and not going to be forgotten. Well, power tools woke me and blared in my head and I forgot, then quickly forgot that I forgot and did not remember that I forgot until I was almost in bed again last night. There were relatives in it. It was in a very precise pattern. And I was certain I'd gotten it and wouldn't forget. That's all that remains.

So I was chuffed but resolved not to repeat this disconnect before falling asleep last night.

There was a relative again and I had all my clothes on in the front but being completely naked behind. Just as this was revealed, as it were, I had to run to the bathroom to pee and pee and pee and pee. It was the most astounding pee of my life. I was like a kiddy balloon filled with an ocean and completely expelling it. As just about anyone knows there is a heavy likelihood you have wet the bed if you let yourself dream this and don't get up and do something about it. Amazingly, I dreamed it first and then got up and did something about it, bed still dry, but not enough sleep or dream, so I dove back in and kept getting yanked back out by power tools that did not stop until right after I gave up on sleep and dream and got out of bed.

In my personal Zen lexicon, trips to the bathroom are about shedding delusion. I mean, WHAT is the cure for being full of shit? So, stupid as it sounds, that was both about a problem, having my ass in the wind, and about shedding. In Zen, you shed and shed and shed and shed and shed the shedding, or you just might as well forget all the work and plunge into the ocean with the rest of them.