At the time of minting this, I've been sober from weed for four months. Anyone who knows me knows that I have smoked heavily, everyday, for the last ten years with only a couple 30 day breaks inbetween.
Of Moose & Men is an AI representation of the first vivid dream I had when I got sober. Smoking weed blocks your mind from dreaming at night, and I had forgotten how intense dreams could be for the last decade.
The forest behind our home was burning down from wildfires and a pack of moose were trying to gore me. I felt frozen, lost in the spectacle that was unfolding. Right before the moose's sharp antler impaled me, I woke up in a cold sweat.
I feel like a part of me died inside even though it was just a dream, like when George killed off Lenny because he knew it wasn't going to end well for him.
In a way, getting sober killed my inner Lenny and I hope he rests in peace.