You can stop reading now if that title scares you!
As you may know, Boy Ginger has embarked upon a weight loss regimen. In addition to regulated meals, the program also includes driking copius amounts of water. This, on top of the fact that Boy G takes a diuretic to regulate his blood pressure, leads to numerous trips to the loo, both day and night.
During the day it's not so bad. Thankfully Momma G always taught him to "potty before you leave the house", which is now parlayed into "before you leave the house/store/airport/restaurant/bar/building/premises." Typically, if there's a facility nearby he will make a pit stop, in case there's not one nearby in the next 30 minutes.
Nights are a little worse. He has learned to refrain from too many liquids immediately before bedtime, and can usually make it through the night. Sort of.
See, the problem is, the biology doesn't stop when the Boy is sleeping, and subconciously his body begins to make him aware that it's time to go. So, in his dream, he begins to look for the nearest restroom. Thankfully, he never finds the slumberland toilet, but the dream becomes one of those endless maze nightmares, where he's going from room to room in a strange place, looking for an acceptable relief station. Sometimes, he becomes tempted by uncommon facilities, and has to convince himself "no, a Sri Lankan bathroom can't be THIS different from the ones at home!" Ultimately, he awakens to realize that the bathroom is just steps away, and is "relieved" that it was only a dream!
Well, you can only imagine the nightmares this photo from failblog.org will cause!