I had a dream last night maybe it would be more accurate to call it a nightmare. I was staying overnight at a hotel or a fantastic house it was splendor as I had never seen before. I was in bed and I lit a cigarette and then fell asleep, I woke up burning, the bed was on fire I run to the bathroom to get water to put it out then looking at the damage I had done I was mortified, and I felt so bad, and then quietly it started to dawn on me I dont smoke anymore and the realization that it had been a dream was like a big weight being lifted off me, and although over the last 8 months has had its moments this morning when I realized it was a dream, It has made me feel the happiest man on the planet. I am a non-smoker. Viv
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