I so rarely have a drinking dream…

That when I do, for me, these are events.

At the end of this August month, God willing; I will not have had a drink of alcohol or a drug of any kind outside of caffeine and aspirin for 19 years. Not in the Old-timers club but close.

[In the dream-I was at an event where there were lots of people, none of them I remember, and we were all sitting at large round tables: There was a meal and then people were dancing and I began to drink… and at some point in the dream, I shit myself (in the dream, not in bed), which I was totally unaware of until I saw the stains on the back of my pants.]

I remember feeling dreadful. Ashamed. Humiliation.

I woke up sober and with a fresh reminder of why I don’t drink.