I had another drinking dream. That’s two – in as many nights. And this one included my oldest on. What is Going ON?!
So, true to my nature to research stuff, I researched this. According to some in the field – those whose opinions I respect because they know more about the origins of dreams that I do and how dreams are a reflection of our waking lives – (yes, this I know) I discovered that my little addict psyche is still trying to work some shit out. Bless. IT.
So. What do I do? Nothing. Not a damn thing. It’ll work through – – – whatever it’s trying to work through. I trust my brain to handle itself while I go on about my day.