Flood

I had a dream. A strange one. Funny that.
I was sitting in my lounge, or rather I was sprawled on my floor. I have no idea why!
I spotted, from the corner of my eye a slow drip near the door frame. I watched it for a moment and pointed it out to the friends who materialised on my sofa. Then I looked up and noticed, from the low wooden beams in my ceiling, water was running onto the floor. (They are low too! My ceilings are so low I can touch them and I'm 5'1!) I ran up my stairs and into my bathroom. Somehow the room had flooded because the bath had been left running, but instead of flooding out the door and down the stairs it was standing in the room about a foot high.
For some reason, my bed was also in the bathroom. (I have a big bathroom but my big bed definitely wouldn't fit!)
I then dropped to my knees, sat in the water and cried. A moment later a friend came up the stairs and gave me a hug.

What the hell?

Actually I think a friend relating a story of electrocuting himself refitting a light after a burst pipe might have affected my dream world, but why was my bed in the bathroom? I love my bed where it is. In my bedroom!