Woke up today on my fourth day not drinking. Consciously not drinking. A dream about an uncle I had set limits with. He crossed the line. I banished his influence from me and promptly woke up to remember that when I make a move toward not drinking, my subconscious says “hi!” to me through my dreams in major ways. That there is a delicate bubble of extra consciousness floating around my head like a spaceman’s helmet. It says: “I was always here, waiting for you to invite me back.” Ready for me to once again create the conditions for its return. And with this fourth day sober, my connection to the unknown is once again visible to me, known by me. I need to keep this connection, as a writer. I just haven’t been strong enough to do that always. Imagine what my life and my creations could be like if I did++!!