Originally Posted by
DrunkenDonuts 
So I was living in some place I've never lived before. A unit in a building you access through a lift and then you have to walk over a ledge on another building into mine then down some stairs into the corridor where my place is.
For some reason I met Billy Connolly on the train after I'd gone out to buy 3 bottles of cheap scotch and coke zero.
He came with me to my place and was doing an ad for some alcoholic drink taking photos outside the entrance to the corridor in which my unit was located. It was night time and i was on the top floor and there was no roof, so the full moon was shining and everything.
Then i went into my unit and Billy became my father then my mother showed up and the liquor was on the couch next to me hidden and I couldn't drink it because they were there and would have got pissed off.
I was quite angry that they were there and I couldn't drink. Dad was making dinner and then I woke up.
Weird. I wrote this right after waking up.
Thoughts?
As I have over the years re: alcoholism, my perception has changed re: drinking dreams; I view both as positive.
When I understood that my alcoholic drinking was the symptom, this lead me to understanding that the solution for the problem of why I became addicted was self-examination; that's positive.
My drinking dreams were also positive because my dreams helped me work out many truths of why I was a shame based approval seeker, full of guilt.