Yikes – I had a drinking dream!

Whoa. I have to hurry to get this down. And this is not going to be some snippet of a pretty memory. Because I had a drinking dream last night. I was at a dinner party with a bunch of people and everyone was pouring drinks and I thought, Oh I’ll just have a taste, and I poured a glass of white wine…  You know those dreams where you’re out cold, but in your head you are saying, “Oh, oh..” because you know a nightmare is coming but you can’t stop it? Like walking down a black hallway? Or heading down the steps of a basement?

 

In the dream I poured another and I could tell I was heading for a bender, because I was hiding how much I was drinking from all the people at the party (random folks I know and those I conjured – people who would never be together). I went into the kitchen and downed a glass.

 

Here’s the worst part – I could taste it. And I could feel myself getting drunk.

 

What a horror show. Nightmare. Bad, bad drinking dream … I woke this morning at 7:30 – slept 9 hours solid. I always wake at 5 or so, and I was in a state of panic. Like, did I do it??? Did I drink last night? I actually leaned over to see if a bottle and glass were on the floor. And I felt my head to see if I had a fever. I don’t really have time to process it yet – shower and running for work.

 

Has having a drinking dream ever happened to you??? Seriously, Has it?

 

Somebody get me a dream-catcher…

Please.