Last night I dreamt I was eating layer cake. I scooped off the sculpted yet gooey white frosting with my finger and wrapped my mouth around it. In other dreams I've abstained from desserts or only tasted them because even in the dream, I remember that my doctor took me off sugar. I awaken from those dreams frustrated, mad at myself for not diving into the cupcakes because it was just a dream, damn it! I could have eaten it all and been none the worse.
But last night I had no such hesitation. I just enjoyed that cake, piece after frosted piece, and it was good. I ate as much as I wanted with no guilt whatsoever. Is that how addicts dream?