Another Drunk Dream

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What up! What up! What up y’all! Today is Thursday September 13, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and twenty-six days or rather yet, eighty-seven days. As always, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On another drunk dream note! To some of you it might sound a little crazy, but last night I had another drunk dream. The good thing was, that it was a very short one. I think it just lasted a few seconds and then I woke up. I know that maybe 1 out of my loyal 1.5 readers, might think that I keep getting these dreams, because I’ve been thinking a lot about drinking. But that’s not it. I think it’s just a way for my brain to fuck with me, because it has nothing better to do. I still get some desire to drink on some weak ends, but that’s about it, you know, the usual stinking thinking. I have to say, that I’ve been feeling fucking great these couple of months. Actually, in a couple of days, I will be celebrating my three sober months anniversary. Woo-Hoo!

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

My Drunk Dreams

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What up! What up! What up my homies! Today is Friday August 31, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and thirteen days or rather yet, a grand total of seventy-four days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT! I am so fucking looking forward to my first sober three-day weekend in a long ass time. Woo! Hoo!

On a drunk dreaming note! When I was sober for five years, I had my share of drunk dreams. Just in case five out of my ten loyal readers don’t know what drunk dreaming is, it’s having a dream in which I fucked up my sobriety, by getting drunk. The thing is, that even if they are different dreams all the time, the feeling of guilt and shame is all the same. One of the funny thing about those dreams is, that I know that I’m drinking and I know that I’m drunk, but the shit is, that I can’t remember how I got to that point. In other words, when was it that I had my first beer in my dream. I do have to say, that the really fucked part of it all is, waking up shitting bricks, because the dreams are so real, that I actually think, that I did go to bed drunk. I mean, it takes a few seconds for me to realize that it was just another one of my stupid drunk dreams, but for those few seconds, I feel like shit, because I think that I fucked up my sobriety. There have even been instances, when after a drunk dream, I felt hungover for a couple of hours after I wake up. I know it’s hard to believe, but it does happen. Well, after all is said and done, they are just drunk dreams. Nothing more, nothing less. I just have to take it one weak end at a time.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens or goes down.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!