Stranger, Leaks

I can only recall two scenes from last night's dreams--- My husband and I are in bed, sleeping. I am awoken by a thunderous sound. I pull my knees to my chest in fear and reach for my husband, as I do we both see a figure stalk by our bedroom doorway. The figure seems somewhat bent, and it moves slowly--unworried of being detected. I scream and my husband leaps from bed. A million thoughts race through my mind, "don't go!" "grab a weapon!" "where's the phone?" I picture the police baton my husband keeps in his underwear drawer, but I am paralyzed by fear; I call to my husband weakly. _ _ _ In the bathroom I notice a small lake of water surrounding the toilet. I mop it up, but as soon as I do there is water again. This happens again. And again. I am frustrated and on the verge of tears. I tell myself, "We have to get this fucking bathroom fixed. Soon."