Sounds like a good and successful weekend, Bear. I guess mine was much the same. I find that the craves kick in, with twangs of depression, every once in a while. I also feel some emptiness. But by and large, the physical withdrawal has eased up, and I feel OK most of the time.
Still reaching for that tin, though, and I'm pretty fucking sick of it. I'm really looking forward to the time when I am NOT thinking about dip more often than I AM thinking about it.
Getting a little out of sorts with the nightmares, too. I have killed sooooo many animals in my dreams over the past two weeks. I've had nightmares about women I know molesting babies. I've shot my neighbors and my own mother in the chest. Last night, I had a dream where I was cutting up bodies with an oxy-acetylene torch.
Kinda funny, sure...but only once you wake up.
Finally got laid last night, though, and that helped.
