I’m not one of those people that think my dreams are interesting to others. I share especially strange or nightmarish dreams with K- with the understanding that she is probably not listening to me.

What I say: “Man, I had the weirdest dream last night it was raining inside the room, but the rain that came down was brown and tasted bad.”

What K- hears: “Man, I had the... (white noise, white noise- dry cleaning is so great- white noise, whatever happened to that Scott boy? mmmmm) ... tasted bad”

So anyway last night I had a dream that the rental house was leaking, the ceiling were shiny with moisture and little brown drips were landing on me.

Not a particularly interesting dream but it corresponds with something that happened to me during the “dark years.” The dark years were a period of a little over 10 years that are very hazy to me. I was asleep, very soundly (read: passed out) in a Motel 6 in a place called Owensboro, Kentucky, which is re-known for its mutton. That isn’t the gross part of the story but it could be. Anyway, for some reason I was in a Motel 6 and I had been drinking heavily as was my wont in the dark years. I awoke (read: came to) at some point because little drips of water were falling on me from the ceiling. I looked up and the entire ceiling was shiny with moisture and little brown drops of water were dropping down. There was a light drizzle in the room of brown water.

I must have gotten up at some point in the night, turned on the shower, very hot and fallen back to sleep. The steam filled the tiny Motel 6 room for hours causing everything to be damp especially the ceiling. Why little brown drips of water, you ask? It was the nicotine that had been collecting on the ceiling for years.

OK this post is depressing and I’m stopping now.