Odd thing when your five-year-old is having a nightmare. You rush to her bed, panicked:
Iz: (Moan). Owwww…..
Me: Honey… What’s wrong? What hurts?
Iz: The pool is too deep…
Me: You’re in bed, Sweetie. Not the pool.
Iz: It’s raining too hard.
Me: It’s Ok, Puppy. Clear skies. You’re having a bad dream. Wake up, Honey. Wake up.
Iz: Yellow.
Me: Uhhhh…
Iz: I have to go to the bathroom.
Me: Oh!… Go!
One flush later, suddenly everything makes perfect sense.
Ooh I have these all the time! My favorite is when the toilet is in the middle of the mall. Just out there – no walls or anything. And I try to use it anyway because I can’t wait. Fortunately I’ve never SUCCEEDED to go in a dream. So far.