Been having some strange dreams lately. They all involve drugs and/or smoking cigarettes. I rarely smoked before I quit dipping, and haven't partook of any form of narcotic drug since Spring Break of 2002. Weird dreams. Each time, I feel like I let both my family and my fellow quitters in the KTC Community. The one with the cigarette, the dream starts with me taking a puff off the cigarette; completely subconscious. Once I realize what I had done, I throw the cigarette to the ground in fear. Fear that I had broken my word, fear that I would be stuck with the addiction again. Crazy stuff. Thank God it was just a dream (or rather a nightmare). Today marks two weeks with no nicotine. Other than the strange dreams, my quit is still strong. I think it was literally just my time to quit, which is making this easier. It seems as though my brain could no longer find logic supporting continuing the self-destruction of addiction. The oral fixation is there, the nostalgia surfaces at times, but I am disgusted by even the thought of tobacco...today. I do not know how I will feel in a couple of days or weeks, but that is how I feel today. That is why I need KTC, as a tool to keep me honest, to keep me accountable, to keep me quit. Thank you my brothers and sisters. Lets Stay QLF today!