What Kind of Dream is That?
I have no idea what I was dreaming about the night before last. The dream could have been about anything but there is one part I remember about the dream. I wouldn’t smoke.
Whatever the hell was going on there, at some point the situation came up where I could have smoked. I could have cheated in my dream and smoked to my heart’s content, or lungs’ discontent, whatever, but I didn’t.
In my dreams, boys and girls, I can’t even cheat! Do you know what a piss off that is? I can’t even cheat in my dreams! All the times I’ve felt like I wanted a smoke, said to myself, ‘fuck this non-smoking crap, I should go buy a pack’ – and didn’t, you’d think that at least I’d let myself enjoy a cigarette while sleeping, while in ‘unreality’, but no. Not me. I’m devoted. I’m dedicated. I’m committed.
It just pissed me off to wake up and realize that I couldn’t fulfill my dream in my dreams, since that’s all I’ve got right now. That’s the only place I could have a smoke. I make me puke.
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Lyndon
Well I hope it isn’ t!! Get well soon sickieR 30;
Glenn
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Leya
Female, taken, fire, Sagittarius, Monkey, Toronto, two kids, one grandson, IT.
53
is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face. 
that’s great, *insert antismoking crap here* after not smoking for four years my father sometimes still gets cravings. But he wont die a horrible death of pneumonia anymore, so look at the bright side of things