This morning in Tales From Recovery.
A number of times since rehab I have dreamed about falling off the wagon. This is accompanied by extreme guilt followed by extreme relief when I wake up and realize it was just a dream. Last night I had a long and very vivid dream about being on a cruise ship. My wife and I have been on several cruises and the level of consumption was pretty epic.
In the dream I spent a lot of time looking at those bars and having a sense of knowing that I could get away with getting drunk and when I got back home no one would know. Despite this I didn't touch a drop.
I don't know what kind of milestone this represents but I'm marking this one down as a big fat W.