Cofoppyplop = coffee + pop

One thing that is so fascinating about dreams is the way they are more independent of time than the waking world at least for those who are clinically sane. Dreams touch the spirit realm wherein is no constraint of time except where focus within the time-ruled realm is concerned.

Last night I had this dream that most likely only lasted a few minutes but while I was in it seemed like a saga that played out over many months. The dream was I was walking through the school field that is near my current residence as I often do in waking life and I was drinking this homemade herbal concoction to correct some minor health complaint and this attourney approaches from the front and makes a citizens arrest of me on the suspicions that I've somehow turned hard drugs into a potable mixture to intoxicate myself in public. You know the way dreams are, the very next scene I was in prison which bore vague resemblance to real ones with several notable exceptions. I don't remember all the dialogue but I remember I did spend some time in a cell (I was very blessed to not have a cellmate)
and the next scene was the layer who arrested me came in supposedly acting as my public defender and I remember him telling me that what I was drinking in the park was in the lab for analysis. At first I was relieved as my name might be cleared but then I thought as hokey as this situation is, he probably doctored it to make me look like I'm using in which case I wouldn't see the light of day again or at least not for a long time. The prison itself seemed like one long narrow buildings like 2 or 3 traincars wide and everything had to adapt. Another scene was the lunchline where we had to go from service island to service island and even though it was a mans penitentiary there were casually dressed women walking around in population without getting harassed or cat-called and I remember talking to some of the other prisoners in the cafeteria before the fake ass attourney came in but I don't remember much of what was said. I do remember waking up from it at around 5:30 this morning and figured trying to go back to sleep would be a lost cause so I got up.

I have no idea what provoked the dream but at the first part of the month I usually try some new herb or supplement and of course my diet varies ddrastically from the beginning to the end of the month because of my income so it might of been that plus I have an inner conflict of whether to move or stay so that and stress here and I've been tempted to drink again but I know I need to stay sober and just deal with it. That I think is what causes AA goers to always call themselves alcoholics because they overmagnify the occasional demonically powered temptation to go back into old habits whatever they are so they make this quasi religion out of it where the act of drinking is the entire purpose of the devil and salvation attained simply by abstinence from drink or smoke or toke or the 5 pound buttercake in the fridge or whatever wing of the rehab facility you want to focus on. Hey, if it works for you or a loved on and at least cleans your life up on some level so your better with than without it then it's for you. I think what keeps me from going back is the difficulty I had in quitting and how hard on my body just quitting was let alone the years of using. This along with the brain damage and whatever else was destroyed by that lifestyle. My income is what helps me stay clean these days also as I can barely afford food let alone anything else that would demand more and more money as time passed.