I had this weird dream where I was in a hospital I think. And I was waiting for my therapy appointment. But she was running late so I had to go into the group room to watch a movie. And there was this really mean lady who ran the group and I did something and she kicked me out. So I went into another smaller room to watch a movie. Then a few other people came in and this guy who looked like a college professor came in with a bottle of fireball whisky. I knew I shouldn’t drink but I ended up getting drunk. We all did while sitting in the dark room. Finally I had my therapy appointment but my mom was there to pick me up. Apparently I wasn’t inpatient at the hospital. I didn’t tell her I was late for therapy. I didn’t want her to see how drunk I was, so she went to this grocery store attached to the hospital to get me some stuff.

Weird stuff.