Oh no!

It was night time and I was sitting in the passenger seat of my sponsor's car. We were headed north to a meeting. He pulled into the parking lot of a bar and said we would be there only a minute. Once inside we were standing at the bar and he handed me two beers and had two in his hand for himself. I started drinking them and finished them off in no time. I could feel the slight effects of the alcohol, turned and noticed he has finished his and was starting to sway about. He was really drunk.

Then his behavior got out of control, gyrating and pulling off his clothes. I headed for the men's room and when I entered there was this basin with a glass partition behind it. I was told to pee in this basin, but there were people watching from the other side of the glass. I tried. I was told the stream wasn't strong enough to hit the back reaches of the basin so I strained harder.

I finally got him to calm down and as I stood there I thought, what was I going to do? I had just drunk two beers and so did my sponsor. I asked him and we turned to leave. He went the way of the paved road. I went down a path through a wooded area and as I reached the road I turned right. Off the road was a low slung house with a porch that ran the length of the side and on it, spaced ten feet apart were four naked young men. I thought I needed to tell my sponsor because then we could watch them together.

When I reached his house I asked him what we were going to do. I was not pleased that I had thrown away almost seventeen months of sobriety. He had tossed out thirteen plus years. Then his sister showed up with her boyfriend and another couple. They were dressed in formal attire and his sister was snot slinging drunk and her pink gown was a mess. She stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom to be sick. Loud sick.

He picked up the telephone and started dialing. I asked who he was calling and he said 'Dennis.' Well, shit, now I was going to really have to deal with this situation. Dennis showed up, but he wasn't the Dennis I thought he would be. He was this really big, burly, hairy man dressed in a leather harness and leatherman gear. He said he liked to dress that way and sit in his car in the park because people would know where he was.

I then had the weirdest feeling that all this was true, had really happened. I finally opened my eyes and I was lying on my back. The room was dark and Chester was snoring on my left side. It took a few moments for it to sink in. I put my palms together and said, 'Thank you for my sobriety. Thank you that was just a dream.'

I got up, went to the bathroom, sat down in the dark and lit a cigarette. I have had a couple of using dreams in the past, but this one seemed very real, all be it a bit fractured in my memory. Yes, I was relieved it had been just a dream, but I was very disturbed by the whole thing. What curious dramas the mind can create.

Today I will not drink, I will call my sponsor and I will hug the real Dennis.