Dreaming My Way into Alcoholism? Possible or Not?
I couldn't get back to sleep last night, so I knitted some more on my DNA scarf. I eventually did get sleepy. I had a dream that made me question whether you could become an addict from a dream. Can you get addicted to something from using it in your dream?
I dreamed that I had accidentally drunk alcohol thinking it was juice. I felt really guilty because I knew I could no longer say that I had never had alcohol. A really hot guy was with me who explained to me that what I had just drunk was the strongest kind of alcohol you could get and that it was so strong it would make you go bald in a few days. (I know the going bald part isn't realistic.) In my dream, I felt what I imagine it would feel like to be drunk (I can't know because I've never been drunk). I was stumbling around and the guy got even hotter to me.
When I woke up, I really wanted to drink. Could my dream have turned me into an alcoholic? Actually, I'm afraid that if I drank, I would become an alcoholic. That's one of the reasons I don't drink.
I got out of bed at 4 PM. It's funny how I can do that even though I went to bed at 11 AM. I feel like it was longer than just yesterday that I lost my Blondie because of the three separate times I've been asleep since then. I miss my angel still. :(
My grandma cried again today because of Blondie. It started to make me feel really sad again. I love and miss her, but I accept the fact that it was just her time to go. The outcome was the only possibility. That sounds like a Buddhist thing to say. I love my Grandma.
Bee came home with Justin and his friend, Jesse, today around 5. Justin's older brother came to pick them up a little later. I realized today that Justin's brother is hot. He's a senior in high school. He's also straight, I guess. It could never work, but he is hot, nonetheless. Yeah, he's hot. Okay, moving on...
Tonight I tried out variations of the honeycomb pattern that I sketched. It took several tries before I came up with a swatch that is still no good but closest to what I'm looking for. I'll need to research techniques and get some more info on seaman's scarfs online before I can go any further with my RAINN/Tori dreams for the pattern.
We ordered pizza tonight. Mom and I drove to pick it up. We talked about a lot of stuff in the car on the way. We started off talking about small things and gradually I was explaining the research on eye blinking and homosexuality. The progression was natural. I told myself I wasn't going to antagonize my mom about gayness, so I didn't this time, at least I don't think.
Bee and I keep watching Lifetime movies.
Dad cleaned the lenses on my headlights so that I can actually see at night now!
I finished the fifth full DNA pattern on the scarf tonight. Once I do the back neck ribbing I'll be more than half-way finished with it. I'm happy that I don't have to glue myself to the pattern anymore. When I first started, I had to keep my eyes on the page as I would knit. I'm also understanding what happens with each slipped stitch, twist, and all the outcomes. Makes me smile.
Tonight is my last night at home for a while. I think I heard the buzzing of the dial-up modem connecting for the last time (in a while) tonight. I'm going to have a hard time adjusting the first couple of days being back in Columbia. I always miss my family when I get back to Columbia. Bee and I had a lot of fun. Tonight, we kept making fun of Rosa Blasi's face, from Lifetime's 'Strong Medicine.' I don't like her, but I do. It's weird. I think she's ugly, but in a pretty way. Bee says I only hate her because I'm jealous. Why would I be jealous of her?
I'm grateful for:
1. Hotties on Facebook asking me "What's up?"
2. My knitting skills rising quickly.
3. Headlights that work.
4. Getting to spend time with my family.
5. Having a Tiff to call me often.
6. IMDB to look up actor's names and movie music.
I dreamed that I had accidentally drunk alcohol thinking it was juice. I felt really guilty because I knew I could no longer say that I had never had alcohol. A really hot guy was with me who explained to me that what I had just drunk was the strongest kind of alcohol you could get and that it was so strong it would make you go bald in a few days. (I know the going bald part isn't realistic.) In my dream, I felt what I imagine it would feel like to be drunk (I can't know because I've never been drunk). I was stumbling around and the guy got even hotter to me.
When I woke up, I really wanted to drink. Could my dream have turned me into an alcoholic? Actually, I'm afraid that if I drank, I would become an alcoholic. That's one of the reasons I don't drink.
I got out of bed at 4 PM. It's funny how I can do that even though I went to bed at 11 AM. I feel like it was longer than just yesterday that I lost my Blondie because of the three separate times I've been asleep since then. I miss my angel still. :(
My grandma cried again today because of Blondie. It started to make me feel really sad again. I love and miss her, but I accept the fact that it was just her time to go. The outcome was the only possibility. That sounds like a Buddhist thing to say. I love my Grandma.
Bee came home with Justin and his friend, Jesse, today around 5. Justin's older brother came to pick them up a little later. I realized today that Justin's brother is hot. He's a senior in high school. He's also straight, I guess. It could never work, but he is hot, nonetheless. Yeah, he's hot. Okay, moving on...
Tonight I tried out variations of the honeycomb pattern that I sketched. It took several tries before I came up with a swatch that is still no good but closest to what I'm looking for. I'll need to research techniques and get some more info on seaman's scarfs online before I can go any further with my RAINN/Tori dreams for the pattern.
We ordered pizza tonight. Mom and I drove to pick it up. We talked about a lot of stuff in the car on the way. We started off talking about small things and gradually I was explaining the research on eye blinking and homosexuality. The progression was natural. I told myself I wasn't going to antagonize my mom about gayness, so I didn't this time, at least I don't think.
Bee and I keep watching Lifetime movies.
Dad cleaned the lenses on my headlights so that I can actually see at night now!
I finished the fifth full DNA pattern on the scarf tonight. Once I do the back neck ribbing I'll be more than half-way finished with it. I'm happy that I don't have to glue myself to the pattern anymore. When I first started, I had to keep my eyes on the page as I would knit. I'm also understanding what happens with each slipped stitch, twist, and all the outcomes. Makes me smile.
Tonight is my last night at home for a while. I think I heard the buzzing of the dial-up modem connecting for the last time (in a while) tonight. I'm going to have a hard time adjusting the first couple of days being back in Columbia. I always miss my family when I get back to Columbia. Bee and I had a lot of fun. Tonight, we kept making fun of Rosa Blasi's face, from Lifetime's 'Strong Medicine.' I don't like her, but I do. It's weird. I think she's ugly, but in a pretty way. Bee says I only hate her because I'm jealous. Why would I be jealous of her?
I'm grateful for:
1. Hotties on Facebook asking me "What's up?"
2. My knitting skills rising quickly.
3. Headlights that work.
4. Getting to spend time with my family.
5. Having a Tiff to call me often.
6. IMDB to look up actor's names and movie music.