I have read on here a few times that people have had dreams about drinking.. I thought that I was one of the lucky ones and had escaped all that, oh no..
Last night I had a horrible dream.. The dream started with me drinking just one glass of wine, and what a joy that seemed to be.. The wine, a Chardonnay, tasted delicious, the glass had a light misting of condensation on it and when I finished it I felt quite proud of myself for being able to stop after just the one glass..
The dream continued and it was now a few days later.. I was sitting in the armchair where I did most of my drinking, another glass of wine in my hand, but this time was completely different, because at the side of the chair was an empty bottle.. Instead of feeling proud, this time I felt drunk, disappointed and disgusted with myself, and I also felt more scared then I ever have in a long time, you know the type of scared that makes your stomach tie itself up in knots..
I remember I started crying in the dream because I thought I had put myself back in the dark place I had fought so hard to leave behind.. I cried so hard that I woke myself up, and for at least 30 seconds I lay there in bed thinking that it was all true.. My God, the relief when I realised it was nothing more than a dream..
Now I have been thinking about this most of the day, and the only thing I can come up with is this, in my concious mind I know that I will never drink again, for me one drink is one too many, but, I wonder if in my subconcious mind the thought is lying there dormant that one day I will be able to have the occasional glass of wine without any consequences, and by some miracle my self preservation button was pushed so that the dream followed on to show me what would happen if I ever did believe that I could have just that one drink..
I am sure that this dream is going to be one of those that you can remember years after, and for me it is one more weapon in the fight that we are all engaged in on a daily basis.. To be forewarned is to be armed..
Love to you all,
Louise xxx
Last night I had a horrible dream.. The dream started with me drinking just one glass of wine, and what a joy that seemed to be.. The wine, a Chardonnay, tasted delicious, the glass had a light misting of condensation on it and when I finished it I felt quite proud of myself for being able to stop after just the one glass..
The dream continued and it was now a few days later.. I was sitting in the armchair where I did most of my drinking, another glass of wine in my hand, but this time was completely different, because at the side of the chair was an empty bottle.. Instead of feeling proud, this time I felt drunk, disappointed and disgusted with myself, and I also felt more scared then I ever have in a long time, you know the type of scared that makes your stomach tie itself up in knots..
I remember I started crying in the dream because I thought I had put myself back in the dark place I had fought so hard to leave behind.. I cried so hard that I woke myself up, and for at least 30 seconds I lay there in bed thinking that it was all true.. My God, the relief when I realised it was nothing more than a dream..
Now I have been thinking about this most of the day, and the only thing I can come up with is this, in my concious mind I know that I will never drink again, for me one drink is one too many, but, I wonder if in my subconcious mind the thought is lying there dormant that one day I will be able to have the occasional glass of wine without any consequences, and by some miracle my self preservation button was pushed so that the dream followed on to show me what would happen if I ever did believe that I could have just that one drink..
I am sure that this dream is going to be one of those that you can remember years after, and for me it is one more weapon in the fight that we are all engaged in on a daily basis.. To be forewarned is to be armed..
Love to you all,
Louise xxx
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. Then a voice said, "They've all gone home, they're sensible, they had enough." I felt out of sync and self conscious. Then I was back in the barn with the falcon. This is kind of embarrassing, but the falcon seemed quite tame and well, amiable. The falcon and I had a brief conversation though I can't remember it. I googled dream interpretation the next day and a falcon can represent realization of goals or aspirations. (I hope, I hope)
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