Oh the tricks our minds can play on us in dreamland…They do seem so real sometimes. Last night my subconscious played a haunting game over my field of sleepy vision as I snoozed beneath the white linen sheets. In the dream I was here, at Columbia, in New York as I am now. It started with me arriving and working out last-minute details of my stay as I got settled in. It played by the reality that I now feel in my waking hours and tried to pass itself off as a generally good dream. Quickly though it turned on me as my fears about this situation became apparent.
In the dream, after only a few weeks stay, I had to leave Columbia and go back home. I was terrified. There was no reason why I had to cut treatment short, I was just told that I had to go. Thats when it turned into a nightmare. Knowing I hadn’t been there long enough and terrified of just falling back into my old habits I headed home.
I’m not going to go into detail, because its evident what happened as a result of me leaving treatment early in the dream, but what does it mean? I can only assume that it’s a good thing that even my subconscious is scared to leave treatment. I hope that means my chances of continuing in recovery are that much better when I return home. It’s a tricky road to maneuver with lots of potholes. Here I am in an all new environment – new people, new schedule, new meal plan, everything. It causes how I eat and view food to stubbornly fall in with the agenda. It makes it easier to accept.
I’m not saying that once I am back in the environment that I know and love, the place I enjoy calling “home”, all my old habits will assuredly come back. I just know that there is, in fact, a very real possibility and recognizing that I am scared of it will allow me to figure out a defense. If I am better armed against the potential enemy rather than allowing my new-found joy of life leave me open for a sneak attack then that’s all the better. I will be prepared.
