I have been feeling more and more comfortable in my quit and my new non-smoking life as I approach 300 (!) days of smobriety. Last night I had another super annoying dream about smoking. But the symbolism? As a former English major, I can’t help but be impressed and pretty amused.
I dreamed that I found a half-smoked cig. So exciting! I put it in a safe place, hoped I’d kept a lighter in the glove compartment of my car, and began to scheme how I would hide my cheating … I had a change of clothes with me, great. Was a little concerned about keeping the stink out of my hair, but I was determined to do it. Then I found a WHOLE unsmoked cig! OMG! The anticipation was delicious.
But suddenly, the place where I’d stashed both cigs caught fire! I panicked! And I reached my hand right into the fire to “save” them. Put my hand right into the fire. Wow.
And the cigarettes had burned up by the time I fished them from the flames.
Addiction ain’t no joke, to state the obvious. Moral of the story is … whatever you want it to be. At the least, I would say KEEP YO HANDS OUTTA DA FIRE
SMH, Terry 296 DOF
