february 22, 2012
the dream: i’m sitting with a couple people. not sure who they are but one is probably mike b. i think we’re in the living room of my childhood house on bird street, el paso, texas. there’s a party going on, maybe. i’m sitting and sipping on beer. it’s in a jack daniels half-pint bottle. all of a sudden i realize what i’m doing and freak out. i jump from my chair and pour the rest down the drain. i can’t believe i’m going to have to reset my sober date. i start thinking of excuses not to. i realize i’m going to have to tell on myself. and then somehow i realize i’m in a dream and it’s just that. i’m relieved before i even wake up.
my thoughts: i had commented the day before how i hadn’t had a drinking dream in a while. and i talked about mike b. the night before.
