Sobriety Nightmare

I was attacked by a giant octopus and thrown from the pool…

I woke up in mid smash on my berber covered hardwood floor thankful for the thick padding beneath. I saw it coming and could still feel the sting from that octopus or whatever it was. Dazed a little I started to laugh…


I was attacked by a giant octopus and thrown from the pool…

I woke up in mid smash on my berber covered hardwood floor thankful for the thick padding beneath. I saw it coming and could still feel the sting from that octopus or whatever it was. Dazed a little I started to laugh, realizing there was no such creature anywhere near me, and my bed was a bed, not a pool of water. This was one strange and frighteningly real dream.

I continued to laugh as I wobbled myself up on to my rattled knees. Here’s what I can remember from the dream. I was some kind of marine biologist or something working in a sanctuary of some sort. Someone had pointed to this rather small swimming pool looking tank, complaining about too many shark attacks in the park.

As I was standing in the water trying to show that this was not a shark, I felt something grab me, toss me and sting or bite me around my left kidney. With this I swung my leg over the side of the pool hoping the momentum would force the rest of my body to follow. It did. So much so that it threw me clear out of my bed on to the floor.

What struck me as the most amusing of this little scene was how this never happened when I was drunk. You would think such antics would be more common in some inebriated state. But no, the worst I’d do after passing out drunk is spontaneously punch the mattress, throw pillows and curse loudly at some unseen antagonist.

I tried to think back on what I watched or listened to or whatever that would have inspired such a strange dream. I mean it’s not like anything in my subconscious would naturally fantasize about me working with fish. I hate fish. I can’t stand the smell, the taste and I certainly would never willingly put myself in a position to work with them.

Like the tar peeling off the walls of my lungs and the aches and pains of a body in desperate need of fitness, I think this is just my brains way of flushing out its toxins. But I tell ya, if it keeps this up … I’m hittin’ the bottle hard! OK not really … I’m actually getting a kick out of it. I wonder what tonight will bring.


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