My friend and I took a nice hike in the mountains this morning. It was nice to get out of city and suburbs for a while.

This afternoon I took a nice long nap. I took a bath after my hike, and then laid down on top of my bed. The AC was on, but I still had the ceiling fan above my bed whirling. It was so lovely. But two hours later I woke up having had a weird dream. Not exactly a "drunk dream," it was different than a classic drunk dream - and probably should be scarier.

My classic drunk dream = I find myself drunk and am not really clear how it happened, and wonder how I am going to tell everyone that I got drunk. There are variations on the theme, but this is essentially my drunk dreams - and most of the sober people I have known have had similar dreams.

However, today, I dreamed that I was staying in a hotel downtown. It was nice. I had lied to someone and told them that I was meeting my "boyfriend" - the one who died in November of last year. I kept wondering to myself why I was lying and saying he was alive and meeting me! And then I went to a bar and ordered a beer and a Dewars scotch on the rocks. And then I drank the scotch and it tasted really good.

Holy crap! Now THAT is a scary dream.

But it was a dream, not the truth. Thank you God. I will lay my sober head down tonight and thank God for another sober day. Another day when I had a chance to love God, his children, and his creation.