Crazy dream!!!!

[Tazman53]

I had a dream last night, some of the details will simply be left out because although they are a part of my disease they will not really add much to the oddity of this! LOL

I dreamt that something really catastrophic had happened in the world resulting in all recovering alcoholics to get drunk........... of course I was drunk as a skunk and doing some of the things I used to do.

Here is the kicker......... for some reason I was losing the buzz because I had run out of booze and none for some reason would be available again for a certain amount of time. In my mind I was upset that I had drank again, yet I had this over whelming drive to find some more to drink!!!!

The feelings I had in this dream were mind blowing, they were just like the time I ran out of beer and still was not there, I was to drunk to drive and knew it! I was checking all of my hiding spots and there was not a beer to be found............................. then I found a bottle and a half of cooking sherry!!!! Well those got the job done!

This dream was really weird, my sponsor walked by me in it and looked like he was coming off of a 3 day bender!!!! Old timers were sitting around talking about meetings they had been to years before........

Crazy dream!!!! I woke up due to it and actually felt slightly hung over and I rarely had hangovers.......... of course I was rarely without a drink long enough for one to start!!! LOL

The oddest thing of all was last night before the dream I was at an awesome "Gratitude" meeting, the air was thick with spirituality and gratitude!

Funny thing, but what upset me more then anything about the dream was me wanting more even when I was mad at myself for drinking!!!!!

The good thing was the second I woke up I had no desire for a drink, I was just kind of shell shocked by the whole dream.

[splendra]

dreams are so cool they help us if we pay attention.

[johneire31]

dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink
The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink
There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs
I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs.
I looked out from under the blanket up at the fireplace.
The Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin' in me face.*
Suddenly it dawned at me I was getting the old D.T.s
When the Child o' Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece.

CHORUS
Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,
To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.
As I sat lookin' up the Guinness ad I could never figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible I'd never touch a drop.
My heart was palpitatin' I was sure 'twas going to stop,
Thinkin' I was dyin' I gave my soul to God to keep.
A tenner to St. Anthony to help me get some sleep.
I fell into an awful nightmare - got a dreadful shock.
When I dreamt there was no Duty-free at the airport down in Knock.
George Seawright was sayin' the rosary and SPUC were on the pill.**
Frank Patterson was gargled and he singin' Spancil Hill.

CHORUS

I dreamt that Mr. Haughey had recaptured Crossmaglen
Then Garret got re-elected and gave it back again.
Dick Spring and Roger Casement were on board the Marita-Ann
As she sailed into Fenit they were singin' Banna Strand.
I dreamt Archbishop McNamara was on Spike Island for 3 nights
Havin' been arrested for supportin' Traveller's rights.
I dreamt that Ruairi Quinn was smokin' marijuana in the Dail
Barry Desmond handin' Frenchies out to scuts in Fianna Fail.

CHORUS

I dreamt of Nell McCafferty and Mary Kenny too
The things that we got up to, but I'm not tellin' you.
I dreamt I was in a jacuzzi along with Alice Glenn
'twas then I knew I'd never ever, ever drink again.


a song by irish alcoholic singer song writer Christy Moore

[Sheryl85]

At least you understood most of your dream . . . I always end up with the type that a comedian told about where, there I was with Lee Marvin and Ernest Borgnine and we are all dressed in leather leiderhosen, clog dancing . . . but it’s okay because I have the spatula! Usually I don’t wake up from one of those feeling hung over. I’m just wondering what the heck was that all about?!!

Seriously, every once in awhile I’ve had a drinking dream (however I’ll admit I never had one where everyone else and their dog in the AA community was involved), but I don’t let them worry me too much. I will take stock and make sure there isn’t something going on in my life that I haven’t been dealing with. A couple of times there actually was something. If that’s the case, I take it as a sign that maybe, just maybe, I need to deal with it. And if I find that there isn’t anything else going on, I just move on and thank God it wasn’t the real deal.

Now if I could just figure out what that flying naked with Jesus dream is all about . . .