[Random -- Does anyone remember the scary toy pictured above and what they were called? I can not seem to remember to save my life! **UPDATE -- sweet cupcake saved the day and told me it's a FURBY!! Haha.** I always thought they were creepy though. So, this picture is unbelievably PERFECT for this post. How often does that happen, right? With that, I mean finding a picture that perfectly summarizes your post.]
Ok, so onwards to the point of this post...or more so about the dream I had last night. I probably gave it away already with the picture, but the dream consisted of cigarette smoke and my attendance to a hookah party. Seriously, no joke guys. The big issue was --- I smoked a cigarette as if I had not battled it for the past two weeks. I was puffing away folks, like there was no tomorrow. When my dream self finally realized, "Hey, you're not smoking anymore...remember?" I stopped in my dream and instantly felt like a big fat failure. I literally stood there in the middle of the party and
cried my eyes out in front of everyone. I thought over and over again how I was doing so well and so many people were rooting me on. I let myself and everyone else down.
This might sound like an incredibly negative dream, but of course I woke up. I woke up to knowing that HEY, I have not smoked! I am still doing good and oh-my-goodness-thank-God-that-was-just-a-dream! Man, I abhor weird dreams because they always make me think that my subconscious is trying to tell me something. In this case though, I'm fully aware of my desires that lurked into my dream. You guys just don't know how relieved I was to wake up? I just felt like getting that off my chest.
PS. This song has been in my head all week, thanks to my room mate. Have you heard it? What do you think of it?