Bed Wetting - Feel The Sensation

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Now on the surface this is going to seem like the most warped thought. Even as I write this I'm not certain what my train of thought was, but for sure that train has left the tracks. To paraphrase my internal conversation, "wouldn't it feel good to just wet the bed?" Yuk!

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Why on earth would I want to wet the bed? In order to understand this you are going to have to dig really deep into your childhood mind and recall the pleasurable, relaxing, easy sensation of not having to wake up, drag yourself to the bathroom to pee. It is this memory that somehow popped to the forefront of my mind the other day. Just a peaceful, ahhhh feeling.

I'm not even going to attempt to psychoanalyze this. I'm just going to leave it to you. See if you can relax your mind, your anxieties, stress, desire to conform and do the socially acceptable things in life and access just for a moment that peaceful, ahh feeling that is associated with wetting the bed.

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Think of it as a higher form of yoga. AHHHHHHHH!

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