Day 40 started with my second nic-mare. I say nic-mare because it was a smoking dream. Really strange to me that in both my dreams my mind goes back to cigarettes (smoked for about 20+ years before changing delivery system to Copenhagen 12 years ago). It was the '80's, working at a Wilderness School for Youth Offenders, it was Christmas. We always had a huge dinner and invited members of the local community, families of staff and residents in for a huge feast followed by Christmas Carols. This was the 80's....you could still smoke in public places in fact I used to smoke right in our dining hall after a good meal....right in front of the kids....never thought anything about it. My entire immediate family (mom/dad/sister/brother/grandparents) had all showed up (they never actually made it there in reality for a Christmas Dinner)....the meal was over, the carols had begun and my grand father leaned over and said, "I did not realize you smoked"...AAAAHHHHHH, how the fuck did that cigarette get in my hand...I threw it down in disgust, mind racing how did that happen?, did I take a puff? did I cave?....wake up...realize its only a nic-mare....get up, head for the coffee pot, habitually sweep mouth with tongue in case I fell asleep with a dip last night.....welcome to day 40 you fucking addict. Good to be here and quit.