September 16, 2025 Not So Sweet Dreams

 I had a dream last night. Like many dreams, it was a bit weird. I was out somewhere, at the bank I think. I had stopped there, on my way to somewhere else. As I was leaving, I noticed I had left my cell phone at home, so i wouldn't be able to call a cab. Actually, I have the taxi app on my phone so I just book a cab, but this was a weird dream right. I didn't want to ask the bank teller to call me a taxi so I decided to use the pay phone. It would have cost me fifty cents, but luckily I had the change. I picked up the phone receiver to call the taxi copany, but there was someone already on the line. He seemed to be having a conversation with whomever had been using the phone last. I got the impression that this person was in a prison and was trying to get help contacting someone on the outside. I interrupted him and told him I needed to use the phone so could he please hang up. Well, the fellow flew into a tirade of obscenities about how I was a rascist no good for nothing prick, I didn't even know the guy. I hung up my end of the call and as I was contemplating what to do, I saw a familiar taxi driver and he gave me a ride back home. Then, I woke up. As I was scratching my head over the dream, I noticed the TV set was on. We usually put it on a timer. the guy on the sitcom was berating someone on the phone, calling him a rascist prick. Dilemma solved.

I was talking to a guy I sponsor and he was telling me how he always had drinking dreams. Those were dreams that he had relapsed and was drinking again. I told him that I had a dream once that I could fly, but that hasn't happened yet. So, maybe it was just a dream.