Sat 29 Mar 2008
I haven’t had a cigarette in five weeks.
A couple of weeks ago I had a dream in which I smoked a cigarette but felt terrible, tremendous, overwhelming guilt after and the cig itself was roughly akin to being trapped in a burning building: scalding air, breathless, encased in smoke. Since then I’ve paid closer attention and realized that I still smoked in my dreams.
This week that changed. While having a dream about some crisis or another I dreamt that I had a nicotine lozenge – what I used for two days after I quit smoking to help land on my feet – rather than a cigarette. So, it’s official: I’ve even quit smoking in my dreams.
Crazy, eh?
I’ve had that dream. It sucks waking up feeling all guilty for something you didn’t even get to do.
Kudos, btw, especially for only two days with the lozenge. I reckon I used ‘em for about two months and still keep them littered about my spaces just in case. Is DnD now smoke-free? Perish the thought.
D&D is not smoke-free, no. Doug and The Boyf still smoke. It is now majority smoke-free for the first time in, what, ten years? Eleven?
Oh, and on the lozenge tip, I found them effective but sufficiently unpleasant that I didn’t want to keep using them for long. I do still have an emergency supply around, just in case.
Good for you!
Insaneness. Pure insanity.