This morning I thought again about how my using dream was interrupted by the dream people right as it was about to get started. It was interrupted just before the part where I usually begin to have the obsession. I thought that this had to be the choir of angels intervening a spiritual attack in that realm.

Tonight right before doing this review I remembered a website I was shown some time ago where people blog their drug experiences. I looked it up to see what it said. As I read the descriptions of their experiences I realiaed that this had aroused old feelings within me. Afterward I thought that I should't take this too lightly and just rely on myself to stop thinking about them, especially right before bed. I prayed for God to remove the feelings from me.

Today I got to go to the noon meeting. On my way there I contemplated how I had not helped anyone in the past few days. I received this idea that I want to focus more on helping others and less on myself. At that moment in my walk to the church where the meeting is held I remembered to think of God as walking with me having a conversation. I saw an alley and walked down it to be alone with God. I asked him to show me how I can help others more.

I was happy to see a friend their who had not been to our meeting in a while. We read from "My Bottle, My Resentments, and Me" again. When it was my turn I had already scanned ahead to the beginning of my paragraph to read and planned what I was going to share about my sponsor and about what alcohol did to me. But when I read the paragraph I was moved to share about my resentments also. I talked about a particular resentment that I rarely go to but I knew it was the right thing to say. Then a guy said he was at his very first meeting and he opened up about his difficulties and related to my experience.

On the walk back from the meeting I ran into a guy at an intersection who I hadn't seen in a long time who is still sober but struggling with unmanagability. Later after the meeting I got a call from a guy in a psych ward who has been deeply depressed. Then I got a call from a guy out of the blue who I hadn't heard from in a long time who is still sober. I was particularly grateful that when he asked me how things are that I had something to say about every part of my life and every member of my family.

On the way to my vehicle I realized that my weekdays are starting to be just as good as my weekend days.

This afternoon I took my youngest daughter out to explore the front yard while everyone else was gone. When they came home a kid from the neighborhood came and played and motivated my son to throw the football like I wanted him to.

Thanks be to God for answering my prayers.