Growing up, my parents were on a bowling league, and they would take me and my brothers with them to the bowling alley where we played in a waiting room while they bowled. Many of our aunts and uncles also bowled, so we got to play with our cousins every week. It was awesome.
One night when I was around seven or eight, I had a dream that we were playing in that waiting room (which we called the "play room" and suspected was just for us). Then, the room suddenly started filling with water. After just a few seconds, the water reached the ceiling, and there were people and objects just floating in the silence of the water.
I don't remember much more of that dream now, but I remember there was a baby, and I was trying to save the baby, but I couldn't get to her or maybe she had disappeared when I got closer. At any rate, I remember drifting in the warmth of that water, wondering if I would die if I couldn't reach the surface, and deciding to empty my bladder.
I awoke shortly after this and discovered that I had wet the bed. Old enough to be fully embarrassed by this, I hid it from my parents, and nearly 20 years later still have not told them about it.
Photo Credit: The Girl Who Fell Into the Well: Christel Eldrim
Thank you to Melody Joy from 3 Spot Blog for contributing this dream!
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