Nightmares Before Easter (and the week following)

I love The Mamas & The Papas and they love dreams. How do I know this? They sing about dreams sometimes. California Dreamin', I Dreamed a Little Dream.
I don't typically dream and therefore do not have much of an opinion on the matter.
Well lately, I don't know if it's PMS or what, but nightly I've been having very unsettling and restless sleep due to unpleasant dreams. In the morning I can hardly remember more that a mere mash up of colors, faces, and places.
While I do not {usually} night-dream, I certainly am a nut case of a day-dreamer. Running for me is a time to go over my favorite self-written and self-directed stories that I have stored in my head. Essentially my own show of the way my life could be. It's like a drama mixed with a sitcom depending on my mood and the length of the run.
Well, the worst day-dream/nightmare (worst meaning, longest airing) has been that, while on my period, I'll get up from sitting for a long period  of time and I'll have left a mark on both the chair and my dress.
From the day I started middle school until 8th grade when I actually finally started my period I had this waking dream every single day/hour/minute of my life. For 3 straight years I was nervous that today would be my day and it would happen to me during class.
Nowadays I obviously don't have the same nightmare every time I sit somewhere, but the days before I am anticipating the beginning of my cycle the waking nightmare returns to me. (not like David Duchovny to Minnie Driver).

Well last night whilst dining at the Cheesecake Factory with my mom's Relief Society Dinner Group, it happened. It really wasn't a big deal either! I was wearing a short little red dress from Zara made out of some cheap horrible modern material, and a jean jacket. I had to go to the bathroom the entire time we were there but due to my position in the middle of the bench I had just kept on waiting and waiting until I thought I would burst.
Finally I make it to the bathroom and all the troubles associated with the mishap were actually terribly easy to rectify and no harm, no foul, and no embarrassment took place. I'm glad that once this horrible nightmare finally became reality, it was honestly so close to not a big deal at all that I really shouldn't even be blogging about. Really the only reason I finally decided to was because I have been wondering if I should blog about this past week of horrible sleep due to lost and forgotten nightmares.