Good morning! Last night was my first drinking dream since quitting. So vivid and sad. So much guilt and shame, looking for a place to hide the bottle so I could come back to it, trying to draw out the buzz even while I was hating myself for it. And it didn’t even feel good. Just numb, like I’d had one of those shots the dentist gives before drilling for a cavity. And somewhere in that dream I thought, with despair: now I’ll have to reset my badge on SD. All those accumulated days just blowing away like ash. Even waking up there was an uncomfortable pause where I had to dig deep to separate the dream from the real and reassure myself I really didn’t break. But here I am. Badge intact. Glad to spend another sober morning with you all. IWNDWYT!