changing situation

I still can't sleep; but things are changing for the better.  This morning I woke up in a warm sweat.  Well, it's better than a cold sweat.  And, I dreamed again (never did that when I was on Methadone) and it wasn't exactly a nightmare.  While, recently I have been dreaming of smashing up big rigs on highway detours, getting painted with hot asphalt, missing buses with now-dead friends, last night I had sort of a fun dream.  I suppose it wouldn't take a psychiatrist to analyze it.  I was at EPCOT Center and, at the China expo, a fellow approached me and said if I would follow him down the beach and around a deserted corner, he'd sell me a bag of marijuana.  I was so excited.  First, I had to go to every other expo center and return all the foreign money I'd collected in change (aren't dreams interesting?) for various souvineer purchases, and then, once I had a wallet full of yankee dollars, I was going to score.  I woke up before accomplishing my mission.  Oh, sure, it's all about drug cravings; but nobody died and nobody was dead AND I didn't take any Methadone yesterday.  My back is killing me.  At least my in-home physical therapist is coming to visit today.  So, on average, this looks like a good day.