I wet the bed this morning. It doesn't happen very often and since I have been wearing a diaper to bed every night for more than the last year it has especially not been a problem. Last night however was a bit weird.
I dreamed that I was standing in front of a small pond that was frozen, but the ice was wiggling around like jello so I kept kicking it to make it wiggle. Then I slipped and found myself lying face down on the jiggling ice until it broke and I fell in. The water was only up to my chest, but I couldn't get out because of the now solid and slippery ice all around me. Then I realized I needed to pee and because I was already soaked I might as well just let it go.
I woke up while still peeing and started to panic. I knew that I was not supposed to wet the bed and it would be a horrendous mess. I also thought I would get in big trouble and I was freaking out. Then I realized I was still dreaming.
I woke up in real life relieved that no matter the mess or the upset feelings associated with wet sheets, it would not be so bad as the second dream and that I live alone so there would be no "trouble" to get in. I then remembered that I was of course well padded in a tena slip and was very thankful...
Until I reached down and felt a huge wet spot. Slight panic while I reached for the diaper. I was wearing one alright, but lets just say things were not pointing in the direction they need to for an effective seal. The top of the diaper did its best, but most of the moisture ended up on my shirt, blanket, and sheets. I am thankful for my plastic sheets, but it is just too cold for this to be much fun.
Shivering I cleaned up the mess. It was already after 6, so I would have to get up soon anyway so I just cleaned myself off and decided to write this post as a way to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe by tonight I will think fondly about the accident.