So the other night I have this dream, a dream that seemed so real. I find myself surrounded by people in the same boat as me in this fight for a pill free life. Just as real life, dh doesn't know, I go to a home (more a mini mansion) where we are all so happy and keeping each other focused. Only I am weak and can't handle this, I think about a pill bottle I hid in a car somewhere and if I can just get to the car. The car shows up outside, score, I go straight to the tire well and pull it out, tucking it safely away I try to get my prize into the home. Drug dealers appear everywhere outside the front of the house, they can literally smell the meds, they start ripping at my clothes, just wanting to get away I throw the bottle towards the yard area and run into the house.
My god this tapering is taking over my sleep now too. Of course I have never seen a dealer so they all were dressed in tattered black clothes, grundgy, greasy black hair with a longer whispy length. Sorta of a modern west side story look *lol*