I had a horrid dream last night–the one you wake up, only to fall asleep and continue on in the same spot you left off. 

The end of the world is about to happen. Likely hurricane season and the news are responsible, but there’s a catastrophic wave in the near distance, and as a result, all life will fall victim. 

I have a couple bottles of wine in reserve for such an occasion as this. I know only hours are left, and attempt to hold out so I have enough, because we are all about to go under and I am not sure how that feels. I want to feel nothing. But the people with me open the bottles and drink the contents. Apparently they are oblivious, or unconcerned, of such an event on the horizon. 

Not sure why I don’t just take some pills or something else in an extreme instance as this, but then, as dreams do, I transition to a hair salon in the south, with my head under one of those old hair dryers.

I think it is the extra sugar consumption. 

I’ve been having it at night as a wine replacement. Here and there I’ve increased the amounts. Last night: a box of Snow Caps. 

I’ve replaced one habit for another, when neither are optimal for my health. Or my psyche either.