1. Dreamt about doing coke? Check.
2. Dreamt about doing meth? Check.
3. Dreamt about my ex-boss and friend? Check.

The meth dream last night was a little bonus on top of the regular coke dreams. If you haven’t been following along, the ex-boss and friend seem to have symbolized themselves most prominently in my subconscious my shame about screwing up, proving myself temporarily unworthy of responsibilities entrusted in me, and letting people down. (See On Treadmill, In The World, and Break; considering my canine orientation of late, it’s almost surprising that the symbol isn’t Bhakti and the fact that I never went to see her while I was in New York.) I had an encouraging thought today, though. Maybe these dreams are my subconscious hard at work, dealing with all this crap that it hasn’t had a chance to come to terms with before, and hair-by-hair shedding it off.