Last night I had my first Smokemare. I dreamed about how great it was to smoke a cigarette. How great to satisfy that urge to smoke as I drew on the cigarretes. I was sitting on my patio. The weather was perfect. I breathed in the exhaled smoke through my nose.
It was all TOO real. I woke up Soooo disappointed that I smoked, before I realized it was just a dream.
The dream, of course, had none of the realities of smoking: stink, bad weather, jonesing for a fix, burning clothes or furniture, lighters/packs to carry, nasty butts, health problems, coughing.
But that little addict in me today wants one. And that is a pity because I thought I had it licked. So I came here to blog because I am not going to smoke because of a dream. N.O.P.E.- No Matter What!🚭
190 DOF or so. Working on a Forever Quit
