I haven't smoked for over a year now, so I'm wondering my my subconscious decided to revisit that dropped bad habit? It's kind of amazing how strong a hold those cancer sticks can take in our lives. I don't recall the specifics of the dream. I was never good at that. The details are always hazy after the fact. I do remember (in my dream) smoking two cigarettes and feeling that doing so held some undefined significance for me. I don't know if it was guilt, pleasure, or what. It must have stirred some pretty strong emotions because I rarely remember any dreams at all. I don't miss smoking. I'm so proud of myself for putting them down and not picking them up again. The dream didn't reawaken any suppressed urges or anything like that, so I'm just a little baffled about the whole thing. Today I had to lean in close to talk to an attractive young lady. I was taking her to jail. (Don't get arrested for weed, bond out, and go back to smoking weed before you appear in court. That will always bite you in the ....) While getting her basic information for the booking paperwork, I detected the stale, unpleasant, aroma of cigarette smoke on her. I sure as hell don't miss smelling like that. Just rambling because they let me get away with it around here.