Around 6 a.m. Friday, I dreamed I was hanging out in Boston (I’ve never been there) with my dad. After a long walk, I found some acid and for the first time in my life I took an illegal drug. Then I sat in a closet and watched two chimes swing back and forth.
We had visitors. The son (circa 25yo) wanted to take drugs with his friends. I said I wanted to sober up and hang out with the adults. I felt horrible about breaking my pledge to myself that I would never take drugs and I feared that I had stepped over a precipice.
