Bubblehed’s Dip Dream – That Bitch Never Rest

I had two cave dreams last night. One seemed very quick and the other so vivid it woke me and made me check my hat for a can. When I go to bed I empty my pants pockets into my hat for the next day.

First one was that on occasion I would take a little pinch just to show that I could and walk away from it. The disturbing part of it was that I was still posting up and driving the train like nothing had happened. I had actually rationalized in my mind that it wasn’t a cave, so I just didn’t say anything to anyone on the site. That dream pissed me off because it insulted my word and my integrity to my quit brothers.

The second one scared the piss out of me because it has the potential to happen to anyone of us here. I was out partying with my wife and friends. We were running all over the city to different clubs and such. We finished up the nights events and came home to crash and a buddy crashed on our couch. When we got up the next morning, and my buddy asked when I had started dipping again. I told that I had not started and would be a cold day in hell before I do. He said well when we stopped at the store last night your wife bought you a can after ya’ll argued for a while about it. I said she would NEVER do that since she knows how serious about my quit I am. He said if that’s what you want to believe. He had me so shook I went to check my and I saw a can of Smokey Mountain in there. I went and showed him that it was just fake snuff. He said man I know what a can of Copenhagen looks and smells like, and you had cope. I told him he was a fucking liar and this wasn’t funny anymore and if he wanted to continue, he could just get the fuck out. I went back to my bedroom and tossed the fake into my hat and that’s when I heard it, the little clink of a metal lid. I keep my hat on a lower shelf of a book case that is next to my bed. I looked in back, behind my hat and sure enough, there it was. I saw that it was opened with a nice clean knife cut like I always did. I opened it up and saw that some was missing.

That is when I woke up, reached over and grabbed my hat to look and see if it was true. Thankfully like the few other dreams I have had it wasn’t, but it was so damn real. Second thing I did after checking my hat was come in here and post this up. Some ask why I did. Because I want all to know that the nic bitch is never done with playing her games. They get further and further apart, but they do still happen. It seems like mine happen when I am approaching the next step in my quit. When I am fixing to hit the next floor (but not every floor) and like now when I am approaching my two year point. I guess to make a long story short NEVER EVER let your guard down.

NOTE: This piece written by KillTheCan Support Forum member bubblehed668