Day 13... Had my first dip dream last night. Holy Mother of God. It was an evil bomb dropped into my brain. It's all a li'l foggy now but, in the dream, I didn't even want it. No crave - no jones... It was just routine. I also recall being indifferent in the dream... Didn't really take any enjoyment from it. The truly scary part is this: How easily, how quickly I was ready to lie about it and hide it. Do I really need to confess? It's just this once... I'll sweep it under and just move on. It won't affect my relationships/day count/integrity/self-worth. I'm good, I can handle it.
I must've spent most of the night in that half sleep stage... The "quit" me fighting with the evil dream me. Half asleep rational mind fighting with that deep subconscious monster of dream land. I am funked up and tired today. If ever I had any lingering doubts about my status, my reality, as an addict... They are so much dust in the wind right now. How easily I considered lying and hiding and justifying that dream dip was damn terrifying. Just one doesn't happen for me. I. Will. Die.
My addiction will see to it... I can't edit or moderate my intake. I'm still jumpy and vibrating from adrenaline 5 hrs after waking up. Here's what I know... That dream was a glimpse of what could be. My reality... I am quit today. Damn right!