I saw on television yesterday a report which stated four people in Libya were shot by celebratory gunfire in reaction to Gadafi's death. That gunfire was the "trigger" (pun not intended) for a drunk dream I had last night in which in a blackout I shot at, but missed, a young child in a crowded public space. That dream awoke me at 4:30 in the morning and I woke up, took a shower, read my e-mail and prepared to head out to the laundramat, my usual Tuesday morning ritual.
The point of my dream and sharing it with you are three-fold. Firstly, totally unrelated world events are filtered through my brain and my life experiences. Four innocent bystanders in Libya became the innocent bystanders in my drunken past. Secondly, in real life, I chose to tear up my driver's license when I moved to Atlantic City out of fear that I might strike someone when driving in a blackout. Another small example of always choosing alcohol over any alternative. Alcohol shaped all my decisions for almost 30 years. And thirdly, I can have a drunk dream sober, but I can't have a sober dream drunk.
from All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal, Rough Draft
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