Dream a little dream

I started taking Chantix a week before I quit smoking cigarettes, so I’ve been taking it for over six weeks now. (Hold the applause, hold the applause!) One of the side effects of Chantix is suppose to be crazy dreams. I’ve had a few good dreams, but sadly, they all center around cigarettes.


Take last night’s dream for instance…

A number of us, I’m not sure how many but a throng had gone to visit New York City. Doug, my ex from many, many years ago was there. I remember him, quite frankly because he was being a total jerk. I don’t know what I ever saw in him.

Jane, my beloved sister was there. I remember her, because she had used her last match 5 days ago, and had been force to chain smoke, lighting her new cigarette with the butt of her old one. Five days of constant smoking and no sleep doesn’t really work for you, Jane. Give it up.

Richard was there. I don’t really remember him, but he was there, I am sure.

Anyway, we all walked down to the Village to visit the Stonewall Inn, that bastion of gay rights. When we got there, the building had been torn down. Truthfully, the entire block had been razed and in its place was a big-ass, big-box store named, “Cigarettes-R-Us”. It was open 24/7/365. There were lines of people waiting to get in.

Do you think there is anything symbolic in the dream?

I think it is safe to say that I have not had a cigarette in 38 days, 21 hours, 7 minutes and 45 seconds. I think saying I am an ex-smoker might be crossing that thin line the separates reality from fantasy.