Dreams.

In today’s dream, I was an alcoholic. Not just a drinker, but a truly nightmarish alcoholic, constantly getting completely wasted, and when the effects wore off or I didn’t drink for a long time (more than a day), I experienced withdrawal symptoms like a heroin addict. I wandered around the city, drinking, causing disturbances, and lying drunk in the streets. I think I had a job, but I stopped caring about it. There was also some girl in this dream; I would go to see her on the other side of the city, but alcoholism interfered with our relationship. I remember even trying to quit, but without much success. In the end, according to the plot, she moved away somewhere, and I started drinking even harder than before. I drove drunk and got into car accidents; the police were constantly beating me up. In general, in this dream, I was like myself, but 10 years older. I got drunk again, the police arrested me again, and this time they took me to some two guys who looked like scientists. One was a psychologist, and the other was an addiction specialist. They told me that I was completely wrong and that the state would take care of treating me, whether I wanted it or not. I remembered my withdrawal symptoms and didn’t resist. They did some tests, said that my mind was still okay, but they were transferring me from the main health group to a special one, not because of the alcoholism, but because of my messed-up elbow (I injured it in a sparring match a couple of weeks ago in real life; apparently, it hadn’t healed after 10 years). They gave a lecture and let me go under supervision. I really started drinking less, and even decided to go to training, even though they forbade it because of my elbow. But then something happened, and I suddenly drank a whole bottle of whiskey. Well.