I dreamt that I was checking in to rehab last night. I forgot to pack anything and I didn’t tell anyone. I had to try to figure out how to get a hold of people at work and my family to get clothes. Because it was my first week, I couldn’t use the phones. I also couldn’t remember having the relapse that I had or the reason I thought that I needed to go back to rehab. There was more to it. It was such a strange/vivid dream. Maybe I need a vacation.
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