I chanced upon a blog post that I wrote a couple years ago. I read this paragraph:
Most often, I dream the common dreams. Bits of my days, bits of my past, stepping through the lens of what makes me me. Last night I dreamt that I was exploring somewhere. A friend, or friends, were travelling with me. We were excited about something. We were in the middle of discovering . . . something. And then a sound or ray of light crept under my eyelids and I began to wake.
Today is my 2500th day of smoke-freedom.
I have woken from the haze of nicotine addiction. My friends are with me, and we are on a journey.
Thanks you, EXs.