Short, sweet and to the point. I had the most vivid dream last night. I was back in treatment,or what my mind told me was treatment. There were a couple of "dopers" in with me (my mind chose the faces of a couple from here in town). One of them showed me to the restroom and opened the back of the toilet, revealing a glass tube, wrapped in plastic. behind the toilet was a lighter and somewhere between the toilet, the sink and the wall there was bag of dope. Well, sure as shit, the next scene in this dream was me locking the doors (yeah, there were two) to the restroom, standing on the toilet as to reach the fan above, pulling the glass out of the tank (which happened to be completely loaded, and then some)... I took two of the biggest, nay, the biggest hits I've ever had in my life. My head spun, my body tingled. I wanted more. I woke up.

What the fuck!?!? I don't even do dope like I use to. Once every 3 months, if that. Why the hell is my head telling me to find the dope? In all my years of drug use/abuse, I've never dreamed of smokin weed or eating pills, or even getting drunk. Even when I actually was in treatment, I had a vivid dream (much like the one i had last night) about cookin, smokin and runnin from the cops.

Anyone out there with some theories or thoughts about my dreams and why I dre3am of the shit that I don't fuck around with?