Same here brabbit. Heck, I just put my sheets in for the fourth time this week. What's really weird is it seems that after more and more regression dreams, The more at peace I become despite the wettings. Sure I wasn't really in touch with my ab side, but I guess it at least reminds me of back when my mom would spend almost every day with me. Hugging me, reading to me, etc. Course, it all got cut short when I became an uncle at the age of six. At which point I was told to "grow up" so that I could "set an example" for my nieces and nephews. I just felt like I lost my childhood. I still remember coming home each day of grade school crying because of just how bullied I was. I still remember some of them telling me to go kill myself. It got so bad I had to go to a psychiatrist over my depression and the statements that followed in suit. Now that I think of it, maybe that is why I enjoy regressing. It reminds of the only time in my life I truly felt safe or happy. Sorry for posting this revelation of mine here. One thing is for sure though, I'm going to pad up, grab my baby blankie (which I still have since my childhood), and take a nice nap.