Share your quitting journey
Last night, I dreamed (or is it dreamt?) that I arrived at a friend's house to housesit for her while she went on vacation. I walked around her huge dining room and hallway (this was a dream, remember) and there were very large, framed photographs on the wall. They were all of people on camels navigating very, very narrow pathways, like in the Grand Canyon. I went to the Grand Canyon when I was a child and I refused to get on a donkey because I did not TRUST his feet to be more stable than my own. In any event, all of the people in these photographs were of varying ages and some looked terrified, some looked giddy, they all were hanging on. I came to the last photograph and it was one person, a man, as I looked closer, the man spoke to me and I nearly passed out. As dreams go, I think it just MIGHT have been No Man's Land although I am not sure anyone would want to navigate narrow pathways on a camel. I cannot remember what the man (Larry?) in the last photograph said to me but I remember laughing really loud. This is day number 69 for me. I am definitely in No Man's Land and I have had some craves that have been much worse than those at the beginning when I was surrounded by my own pink cloud of success. I have not smoked. I am in relentless pain and I have to keep reminding myself that smoking will not help with the pain or with anything else. I am hoping I can remember what the man in picture said that made me laugh so loud. I AM hanging onto my camel although his humps are pretty uncomfortable. Have a wonderful Saturday everyone. Maybe one of you can enlighten me on what the man MIGHT have said.
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