In the near future, I imagine it might never happen again: the dreaded “I smoked dream”. It is always very innocent. Thanks to Chantix, the start was an easy one. Now, three years later, having a dream is almost surreal. I can smell it, taste it and golly it just felt like I smoked.
Imagine now, the link in the day when someone is blazin’ up right beside you. You wonder. Is the last years of being smoke free without a single relapse worth it? Then I remembered I am not on Chantix and that just ONE could send me back for just ONE more.
I know how that game works now, so just say no to all three doors I suppose and it works. So great, I sleep better now, but just not tonight.