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I jolted awake in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Sweating for some reason,
I sat up, looking at the clock. Two thirty in the morning, way too early for me
to be up. I began to lay my head back down to the pillow when I realized just how
wet it was.
I got back up, and turned on the light. I had apparently been sweating up a
river during whatever I was dreaming, as my entire bed was soaked. I groaned
as I realized I had also wet myself, which was quite unlike myself, having
not done that since I was five.
As I pulled the sheets off in preparation to remake the bed, I stopped myself.
What did cause me to react like that? I tried thinking, but of course
since my mind was on how drenched my bed had become, I had forgotten almost
everything about the dream. However if I remembered correctly, it had something
to do with me going to the kitchen.
Eventually arriving there, and stepping on the cold, tiled floor of the