Addiction, a book, shattered dreams

Just woke up from a Sunday afternoon nap. Dreamed that I had returned to seminary, after long-term unemployment, to follow in my dad's footsteps and become a minister after all, out of lack of options.

I'm in the middle of a very interesting new book on addiction, "The Biology of Desire." I think it stimulated this dream, along with a yet-unread letter from one of my two abuser brothers to the whole extended family of childhood, spilling more beans on the older abuser brother without yet admitting his own abusiveness.