the first dream, december 17, 2011 (approximate): i’m sitting there holding a beer, knowing that i had drunk some of it. but i had no idea how i got the beer. and i had no recollection of drinking any of it. the anxiety and dismay of having had any of it was exceptionally powerful. it was horrific, really. i don’t remember any taste, smell, or my surroundings. just that i was going to have to reset my sober date. and that was horrific. when i woke up i was incredibly relieved. it was just a bad dream.
the second dream, february 14, 2012 (approximate): i haven’t had anything to drink. i’m with a group of people in a bar (i think) and everyone else is drinking. i’m not concerned because i haven’t touched a drop. i think someone offers me a beer (strange because i would typically drink bourbon). i politely refuse. all’s well.
