Freaky Dreams

Does anybody remember the song “Break My Stride” by Matthew Wilder?  It has the lyric “Last night I had the strangest dream, I sailed away to China.” Well, last night I had the strangest dream but it didn’t include sailing away to China. I was actually in Hawaii for some strange reason. No, now that I think about it I was there for a work conference.

Who did I run into in Hawaii at the conference but, many of the guys that used to torment me in high school. Turns out they were still hanging out together almost 40 years later. Of course, they all still seemed to look like they were high school age. I don’t remember much about my interaction with them in the dream. But it included them trying to get me to drink. They so flustered me that I did drink.

In my dream I was very cautious about the drinking.  I thought I hid it very well. Of course I didn’t hide it at all. Everyone knew what I was doing. To top it off I felt a hangover in my dream.  Then to make matters worse. I was suddenly transported back to my mother’s farm. Where she was, of course, loaded. Remember here, that my mother is deceased. Of course, when I was younger there didn’t seem to be a lot of difference between a dead mother and a drunk mother. Either way she was really unavailable.

Naturally I was quite angry with her. So when the tow trucks came to take the cars, the ones my old high school tormentors had parked their (yes, this makes no sense at all – this is a dream, remember) they couldn’t get the cars they wanted because my mom’s car was blocking them.

The tow truck driver started ringing the doorbell, which exacerbated my hangover, and I ignored them because I was angry with my mother.   Forcing her to get off of her drunk ass  and answer the door.

Then I woke up with a sinus headache – thank goodness. At least that explains the headache from the hangover.  There was also a course  shame and paranoia about getting found out. I view that as a good thing. It means I’m still concerned about my clean date.


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