Colors. Bright green. And Brown. Trees. I’m outside. Front yard. Mommy’s there. Kitty! I want a kitty. Large Shadow. Daddy the Tickle Monster. I run. Darkness. I keep running. Darkness all around. Something up ahead. I get closer. A toilet. Good. I sit down. No!
My eyes snap open, afraid I was too late. I’m not. I sit up and carefully climb out of bed. Down the hallway and into the bathroom to my potty. I feel proud of myself. Before, I had accidents. But now, if I dream of a toilet, I knew I had to wake up and go. Strange that it’s always of the big toilet, not the training potty.