Hallucination

I gave up drinking for Lent.  This is the first time I have observed Lent in years.  Does giving up something you love make you a better person?  Will I go to Hell because I got caught up in the moment and had a few to celebrate a friend's birthday on Friday?  Last night I went to the pub near work with my friend Cass Money.  The bartender there served me a lovely cherry limeade.  I loved it because it looked alchaholic enough that I didn't look like I wasn't drinking.  I do have a reputation to live down to you know.  On a funny note, the bartender knew Mr. 4am.  SHe couldn't remember his name, but she could describe him to a t, and said he was a total douchebag. .  It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside to know others think he is an asshole, too. 

I think there is something in cherry limeade that makes you hallucinate.  I had the craziest dream last night.  I was rollling into the driveway of my grandmother's country farm and saw a note about the doorbell.  It said "KATE, I HATE YOU, GO AWAY!"   It was from my friend Tiana, because we had a fight in the dream.  When I walked into the house, it was no longer my grandmother's.  I was inside my college sorority.  This is hillarious because my grandma lives in a quaint old country farm house and my college sorority was a sterile, brick university building.  The two couldn't be any more different.  Everyone was crowded by the TV because they announced that Mel Gibson was dead.  Now, I know Mel Gibson is a famous man, but you'd think they announced the dealth of President Obama or or Martians took over the world.  Everyone was in traction with shock and sadness.  It was one of those times where the moment was frozen and you remembered what you were doing and where you were.  I was trying to arrange a memorial movie night, but nobody would listen to me.  I was truly invisible.  I would talk and hear my words disappear into thin air.  I ran into Jason.  He was on his cell phone making funeral arrangements.  Meanwhile, they announced that a serial killer was using Mel Gibson's death as an excuse to kill sorority girls.  After I couldn't get anyone to remember Mel Gibson with me, I retired to room. A pair of hands grabbed my waist form behind in the dark.  The next thing I remember was waking up in my room surrounded by people.  Someone was telling them I had been through a rough night and needed to rest.  ALthough I was sleeping, the whole thing seemed so real.  I "Woke up" feeling like I had been up all night.  I could remember walking down the sorority house halls trying to talk to people.  I can vividly remember the hands that grabbed me in the dark.  What happened to me?  Did I fall victim to the Mel Gibson memorial killer?  Did Mel Gibson fake his death and start killing sorority girls?  Does my friend Tiana hate me in real life?  Has the Zeta Gamma chapter of Phi Mu taken over my grandmother's place now that she is in a nursing home? 

I do not understand these things.  Maybe I should just stick to blacking out on booze.