Day 92,
 I woke up this morning and am feeeling pretty good here. Sunshine, cold, sparrkling snow. I was doing that 1 minute mental review of yesterdays actions and todays plans and somewhere in the middle i remember buying a tin and dipping. RED FLAG.
  Still a little sleepy, it took another second or two to realize i had my first dip dream. There are many reports of them here, but i always thought they were mythical.
 It went like this: i purchased a tin sometime earlier in the day and had one pinch. Then i was back at the store and buying groceries of some sort and grabbed two more tins, copenhagen oddly. As the cashier checked me out i set the two tins aside and, " i dont need these," thinking i would just finish the first tin and be quit again. And then it was over.
 Im still trying to analyze this in a freudian manner. I didnt feel racked with guilt like some other brothers describe. It just happened. Freaking weird. Our brains are interesting machines for sure.
-Grizzfall
Those dreams are something else. All part of the journey. It is amazing how deep into your core this addiction gets - but each of these experiences, harnessed correctly, will strengthen your resolve. And, grizz, you've been a master at harnessing to date. Enjoy the ride. Hall of fame just ahead....
Thanks for sharing man. Weird shit isn't it? I have only had a few dip dreams and like yours, they came quite a ways into the quit. I was freaked out at how incredibly real they felt.
As W2W said, it is all part of the game. As your quit continues to solidify, I think the nic bitch, (addict nature, call it what you will), begins to realize that she has lost you. If you keep doing what your doing, a dream is as close as she can ever get. Use the tools, and keep them sharp. Even after HOF you have to guard your quit with your life. She lurks.
Onward.
