Voyages of a Skywalker

I am awoken by my bed-mate. I roll over and he tells me that I've shit the bed. I now feel my entire underside body saturated with thin, oily feces. It spans the entirety of our bed. I am not happy about the grim clean up. When standing I pull my clothes off in one fell swoop.

NOTE: The morning of the dream recall, my friend whose couch I was currently surfing upon, received a call from her mother. Her grandmothers bed needed changing on account of an incident involving massive diarrhea.