Ha it started!!! I dreamt about food well a specific food - tortillas. I love eating just plain tortillas and in the dream I had walked to the fridge stuck my head in and came out with the tortilla. After about eating 1/2 I realized that I couldn't eat it, so I spit it out and went to TH to confess my sin. He ignored me, so I called T2 to confess. I was crying and so very upset, and I woke up.
When I quit smoking I had these dreams all the time (dreams of smoking). I would feel the dream smoke enter my lungs I would smell the dream cigarette as I puffed away on that dream cigarette. In the beginning I would try to justify my dream smoking by saying one cigarette won't hurt me, but deep in my heart I knew that one cigarette would send me into a spiral and I would never be able to quit again. Panic would overcome me and I would wake up. As time went by I didn't make excuses for my dream smoking, but the guilt always woke me up. I think I knew if I accepted my dream smoking I would be that much closer to accepting real smoking.
So unlike my dream cigarettes the food had no taste, maybe that will come later.
Woke up to the fog. There are two kinds of fog - low lying fog and high fog. I like the low lying fog (like in the Sherlock Holmes stories), but this high fog reminds me of Seattle and the forever dreary days. We have had a week of beautiful weather and now this. Poo. I am doing the MS walk in March and according to K they think that MS might have something to do with vitamin D deficiency. To much sun can kill you not enough sun can cripple you - what are you going to do Goldilocks?
Just as I started reading your blog, I thought of smoking. And then *you* mention it in the next paragraph! That is exactly the same dream I used to have!
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