Fantasy

The more I drank, the more I fantasized everything. 
In my mind's eye I played and replayed scenes in which I was plucked magically from the bar where I stood nursing a drink and was instantly exalted to some position of power and prestige.  I lived in a dream world.  AA led me gently from this fantasizing to embrace reality with open arms.

 

Alcohol gave me wings to fly, then it took away the sky.

S O B E R = Son Of A Basket, Everything's Real.