I don't fear drinking dreams anymore. I've had plenty of them and that's just the ones I remember. My drinking dreams - in which I or someone else is drinking - serve to remind me of what I am, that my disease is just over my shoulder. No matter how far I've walked, I will put no more than one day's distance behind me.
Mental obsession with alcohol: I definitely had it. I always knew what I had, where it was, and how much was left. Even the stuff I didn't like. A long long time ago, I was one of the last two people left standing at an office Christmas party. The two of us divided up all of the remaining booze, a bunch of half-bottles that had been left behind. Among those was a half gallon jug of gin, that was 3/4 full. I never drank gin... did once, had a terrible hangover, pretty much avoided it. My dad drank himself to death on gin, so I had a reason to avoid it (as if the other stuff were somehow safer).
Anyway, I kept that bottle around for several years, never touched it. I believe its ultimate fate was I gave it to a friend who helped me move back in 1984, when I got married the first time.
Now fast forward to the 90s. I've been sober a couple of years, my dad has been dead 20 years. In my dream I'm driving my present-day car, I'm not a kid - and my dad is riding shotgun with me. I accept this... he shows up in dreams once in a while. I hit the brakes, and out from under the passenger seat tumbles a bottle of gin. Not just any bottle of gin, but that exact same 3/4 full half gallon from that long ago Xmas party. Dad picks it up and says "Do you mind if I...?" and I said go ahead. While he takes a couple hits from the gin, I tell him the story of the Christmas party and how I came upon the bottle, and how strange to have it turn up in my car now that I'm sober.... LOL.
I woke up from that dream with a smile on my face. Yep, I'm an alcoholic... I never forget a bottle, especially one that I gave away while it was still 3/4 full. I even conjured up my long-deceased father in the dream so he could take a gulp of it for me. A lot of people believe anybody in a dream represents yourself, and I tend to believe that - so if I dream about someone drinking, it's really no different than dreaming I'm drinking myself.
Hey Barry, My father was a gin drinker also and it was the rott gut whatever was on sale crap. Isn't funny how maybe you had a subconscious thought, those years that you held on to that bottle, that your dad might show up to drink it like "get a bottle and They will come"
Aloha Bari...hope the thrill is still with you and your wife. And now I don't have to title a new thread cause you have done it here. By the way Tanguerey (?) was one of my steadies with the salad included...on the rocks with an olive and an onion. I had that order down sooooo many times it was hard to say anything non-alcoholic for a while.
I decided to do the meds to get to sleep Monday night and I did get to sleep not once but two times. The second time, just one of those top it off sessions, I woke up in a small convenience stores buying some snacks and I found a favorite with mixed tasties and went to the counter. "That will be 4.95" the cashier said and I replied, "I'm not finished I want a beer, not one of those 12 thingies, I want a 40 or maybe..." He looked at me and replied, "I can't sell you a beer. We don't have a liquor license." Drinking dream. Third booze as a solution mental exercise this month. They are important sub-conscious messages and I know how to read the content; "...not one of those 12 thingies but a 40 or so" means the tiger is stalking around in the cage. It hasn't extended it's claws yet but I know it is awake.
I got up had breakfast with the spouse. Told her about the dream and went to a morning meeting of AA. Next day...did the same. Nice kitty, go back to sleep.
