Well, I'm at the 7 month point. Not a year but I'll chime in. The answer for me is...kind of. The drinking dreams are rare by this point. I don't crave it in any conventional sense. The closest I come to "missing it" is during moments of ennui. That's a fancy French word meaning basically "an existential sense of boredom". Occasionally, now that the drama of drinking is gone, there are "what now?" moments. Life is just life now.
But I don't think of drinking in the sense of "F**k it, I'm gonna drink!" I think of it in a contemplative way. Alcohol used to be the means and the end. It was something to do that filled my time, and the thing I looked forward to while doing everything else. Now I have to face the fact that the same amount of time exists but must be filled in another way.
I don't know if this helps, but it's how I feel now.