Another day, another nightmare, although with the added "bonus" of sleeping through my alarm, or subconsciously turning it off. Either way, I woke up late and the least I could have gotten for it was pleasant dreams.

I knew that dreaming would be one of the things that resurfaced, and that it would be a blessing and a curse, but I'm definitely getting tired of the nightmares. Usually they follow about six or seven patterns with new bits mixed in, and unless they're touched off by a memory or experience that day, they occur when I'm most tired and most need quality sleep. I even went to bed as early as possible last night, but it took about an hour to fall asleep so I lost on that end as well. In short, my mind hates me.

As with so many things this year though, I'm reminding myself to have patience as I adjust. Yes it's been 93 days, but both mentally and physically I put myself through the wringer, and therefore have more healing to do than the average person entering sobriety. I'm hardly on the farthest end of the spectrum in either regard and progress has been very slow, but for now the new milestone to look for marked improvement is 6 months. By then the snow will have stopped, I'll be very close to my official date for 10 years as a permanent employee at my job, and hopefully the nightmares will be more manageable.

Most importantly, I don't want to have created any new nightmares and want to have added to the positive dreams. Reason enough to stay sober.