comicking

Last night I had what I can only term a nightmare. I woke up from a sound sleep 30 sconds before my alarm went off.

I was going somewhere, and I was taking the train. After getting on the train I realized that it was going to be a long ride to where I was going, and began to crave a cigarette. I talked myself into buying a pack and that I would have just one. I reminded myself that it has been less than a year since I quit last August, and like alcoholics there is no such thing as just one. My craving won out and I lit up. Puffing several times, I was amazed that the cigarette never got shorter, it was lit and I was getting the full flavor (if "flavor" can really be attributed to smoking) of the little stick. It was at this time that I woke up.

To the normal lay person, this is a dream. But to me it is a nightmare, because I have not craved a cigarette since quitting "cold turkey" except for the first time I went to the bars recently when the Smoking Ban went into effect. Then, I believe, I only wanted one, because like everyone else I was prohibited from having one.

I snoozed for the last 1 1/2 hours until getting up minutes ago to get ready for work. During my snoozing the dream continued... I was in an office. From a desk I fulled a file folder with the name "Haradson" written on it... I have no idea what this name is, who it is or whatever, but in recalling previous dreams where I have "lit up" this name has appeared. I only recalled that this morning.