I had a dream lastnight, I was at work, and every few minutes, i'd walk down a corridor to a fridge and get another can of Skool larger and take it back to my desk, crack it open, polish it off in a few minutes and repeat. I can remember thinking i might look a bit like an alchy so after a while i decided to go to the fridge one last time, but only get a redbull instead. by hte time i got back to my desk there were a panel of bosses or something, and they said it would be best i i was to leave and never come back... i tried to storm out a building but got accosted by a woman who wanted me to help her get a pushchair down the stairs. It gets a bit vauge after that but i think i had a fight with someone outside the building the next day as i tried to break in..
Anyway, when i woke up thismorning i had the impression that something terrible had happend, and i went downstairs and the person who's house it was said she had to go to work soon, which remined me of the dream, and made me instantly realise that it wasnt real!
for a moment i actualy thought id got fired for alcoholism
rarely have i experianced such relief :p