I had a strange non-drinking, drinking dream last night. I’d gone to London to celebrate a friend’s birthday and for some reason we were in a small grocery shop that had fitted wooden benches in the corner where you could drink what you had bought in the shop. Everybody else was drinking cans of beer for £1 and I asked the woman running the shop for some fizzy orange. She poured me a glass of normal orange juice, which isn’t fizzy, and then tried to charge me £4 for it. I challenged her on it, asking if she was really selling a carton of orange juice for £16. I then got into an argument with her about being punished for not fitting in and drinking like everybody else.
I think my subconscious fears and resentments may have been playing themselves out a bit there, LOL! Still, I’m seriously impressed that I chose not to drink even in a dream situation and I’m hoping that’s a good sign about where my head is at regarding sobriety 😀
Have a lovely sober Tuesday folks x