Bartles and James

in this dream i was decapitated/ almost decapitated by overhead power lines. i fell to the ground but rather softly i was surprised. i asked the mailman if there was anyway he could avoid putting muddy bootprints on the driveway. all he said was that it really wasn't that high to fall it happens all the time. after that i was in a rage and i ordered a beer off the back of a truck. i woke up with such an awful feeling of guilt and disgust. i got the mail. i made some coffee. now i feel quite all right after a day of reading and time on the exercise bike. a huge glass of green tea just like i used to and i burned my tongue. i can't have dreams like this. they feel too real and the guilt of breaking a promise i've made to myself is unbearable...it's all right i can stay up and away from dreams. i have a lot of books that i couldn't read when i was drinking. more later...