Sleep in a full nappy, dream wierd dreams...

[oznl]

I’m well-habituated to sleeping in wet nappies and my partner tolerates this.  When she is away however, I will often sleep in dirty nappies as well.  This is rare for me and I often experience vivid “nappy dreams” when doing this.

The other night was such an occasion.  I was in a pinned, kite-folded 60” x 60” terry and after clambering into bed a little wet, I had a MAJOR poop in them laying on my back along with a long wee.  I could feel my crotch warm and wet but also, a warm sticky pudding in the seat of my nappy pushing up into my perineum and crotch and I fell asleep.

Sometime in the early hours, the bizarre dreams became memorable.

I dreamed that I was staying at somebody’s house, trying to surreptitiously deal with the abundantly filled diaper I was (as in real, waking life) wearing.   I was just in a shirt, diaper and plastic pants so my nappies were clearly visible to all.  Poop was leaking out my plastic pant leggings and it was on the floor and my hands as I tried to limit damage.  It was falling out everywhere.  Somehow, the sink was filled with poop but I thought I could hide this evidence too, unsuccessfully trying to wash it down the plug hole. 

Although I was in a room of my own during this dilemma, there seemed to be an endless array of open doors through which the female house owner would miraculously appear each time I got close to removing my poopy pants and I would swiftly abandon the effort imaging that she had noticed neither my nappies nor the state of them.  At some point I sat down on a toilet (still wearing my nappies) that was in an en-suite to my room and a sizable quantity of poo was squeezed out the leggings elastic at my thighs and fell into the toilet.  Again, the householder appeared but I thought I’d unloaded enough out of my nappy to avert further disaster for a while, I got up and walked away still in them.

Suddenly I was arriving at a busy multi-story car park near a Toronto shopping centre with my wife.  I was still in that loaded nappy.  I don’t know why I knew I was in Toronto (I live in Australia!) and the shopping centre did not resemble any of the limited range of Toronto malls I have seen but that’s dreams for you.   I’d parked my car (also all the way from Australia – must have been one hell of a drive!) in an impossibly enormous sea of vehicles and made my way to the lifts with her.  I really wanted to clean myself up but that wasn’t an option for me: it was shopping time!

Then things immediately fast-forwarded.  Remembering nothing of the shopping I was back near the car park staring at a map that was impenetrable gibberish for me, acutely aware that I was still wearing  a very smelly nappy.  I could feel it and I could smell it.  We couldn’t find the car park and somehow, we ended up getting onto some kind of trolley bus that would allegedly take us to it.  Unlike a real-world bus, this one had a range of people seated around a table in the centre and I took my place, very conscious of my nappied-state and that I smelt bad.  Somehow the trolley bus stops got further and further from where I thought the car was parked until eventually, my wife (talking to one of the other strangers seated at the table) realised that the bus was on a loop and we were about to get back to our starting point.  Getting off the bus, relieved to be away from the public I waddled into the car park and immediately could not find my car.  Despite a complex, colour coded path on a printed guide, I arrived at the indicated group of parking bays to not find my vehicle there.

By this point, I was totally exasperated.  My shit-filled nappy had to be offensive to everybody, I was sick of the continual embarrassment and the vehicle search part of this dream had just gone on for far too long in my opinion and so, in some bizarre waking-moment, I just decided that I’d had enough and that my car would be in the next group of bays: and so it was.  Upon sighting the registration plate of my own vehicle, I decided that this dream was over and woke up!

I was laying on my back which was unusual as I am an inveterate side sleeper.  My nappy was NOT leaking although it was very, very full and moving slightly, I felt its contents oozing up past my perineum to my scrotum.  Relaxing, I added another long wee to it, warming my crotch.  A sour smell pervaded the blankets and a tell-tale sunburn-style sensation on my buttocks warned of imminent nappy rash.

[rusty pins]

Dreams can be so weird that sometimes you have no idea what the bases for them even is, while other times you have an idea what triggered them, even though they are still weird.  Sometimes I  can tell a weird dream has it's origins in a movie I watched that evening, or a book I was reading.

Last night I had a really weird one and I have no idea of the origins.  I was at the local 2 year junior college (I haven't been there since 1992) and while around the administration desk in the middle of the entrance hall, I needed to use a bathroom.  The school was crowded with students everywhere and I went to the only Men's room around.  When I walked in, the room was huge, white tiled walls and floor and looked kind of like an operating room in an old hospital or sanatorium.  In the room almost in the middle of the floor by a wall was the one and only toilet, no stall around and even though it looked like a normal restroom toilet, it felt different and strange sitting on it.  I pulled down my jeans and underpants, did my business in the toilet, a really messy soft bubbly mess and used a ton of toilet paper to clean myself because somehow this toilet I was messing in caused the mess to get on my butt.  I finally got clean and when I stood up to pull my underpants back up, they were full of mess!  It was like I was pooping in the toilet but also in my underpants as well!  

I didn't know what to do, so I started to take my jeans off so I could take my underpants off and empty the mess in the toilet.  Another strange thing was my underpants were white (except for the huge mess in them).  I usually wear black, grey or navy blue Haines briefs, never white ones.  I was hoping I might be able to rinse my underwear out in the sink with some soap, wring them out and put them back on, but there was no sink in that restroom!  When I started to take my jeans off I noticed the seat of my jeans was soaked with poo, as if I had a really soft runny mess in my underwear that soaked through into my jeans. I looked at the outside seat of my jeans and they were muddy brown from the poo.  Even though I clearly sat on the toilet with my pants and underpants pulled down, it was as if I messed directly in my pants instead of the toilet.  I had no choice but to stand up, pull up my messy underpants and then dirty blue jeans and leave the restroom.  I had to walk out of the college past all the students and administration desk and even somehow family members in very messy jeans and underpants to get away from everyone.  Once I walked outside the main school door, I woke up.

One, if I mess my diapers it's maybe once every couple years and then a small firm load which I change within minutes.  Two, I never mess in my underpants.  Three, I have not been to that college since I took ground school for flight training back in 1992 and I'm not planning on attending any classes there.  The closest I can think that even relates a little is watching some episodes of Ghost Adventures when they investigated old hospital's or sanitoriums and some of the rooms looked a little like the layout of that restroom I was in.  Very weird dream, but this goes back a little of what oznl  touched on with his own dream.  You are in a situation where you have wet or poopy pants or diapers and you try to slip away or get away from everyone without being detected or noticed but everywhere you turn, you run into someone and just can't get away from people or get back to a normal appearance.  oznl tried to empty his diaper in the sink in his dream but the sink was filled up with poo.  He tried to empty his diaper in the toilet by sitting on the toilet but then the homeowner came in.  With me I tried to clean my underpants but there was no sink to wash them out in.  Same with my jeans.  In both our dreams we had to walk through a lot of people in our condition, oznl in just his messy diapers and plastic pants, me in my obviously messed in blue jeans.  All I can say about that is it relates to the deep down fear that we have of being discovered by others wearing diapers or messing our pants.

[Red Yes Horse]

I have some weird dreams, but none of them really have anything diaper related at all. I remember having a few as a kid where I was wearing diapers in embarrassing places (These were when I was close to five years old), but that's all I really remember. Most of my weird dreams are twisted events of my day or games I played way too late at night (I'm looking at you, Metro series!).