This post is part of a series of articles that reflect on nicotine induced dreams.
During 2012 whilst attempting to quit smoking, I was using patches as part of a Nicotine Replacement Therapy program. I became very aware of heightened recall of dreams I experienced whilst wearing a nicotine patch and began to document them accordingly. This is one such dream.
During 2012 whilst attempting to quit smoking, I was using patches as part of a Nicotine Replacement Therapy program. I became very aware of heightened recall of dreams I experienced whilst wearing a nicotine patch and began to document them accordingly. This is one such dream.
No nicotine patch.
I was laying on my bed, looking at a shift rota; my brother Terry was sat my computer chair. The bedroom was laid out how mine used to be in the past. Me and Terry both had gotten jobs at a Co-op on Hamil Road, though I don’t actually think there even is one?? I was working 3 days in a row, Terry too, though our shifts overlapped with me finishing at 7pm and him at 10pm, varying between the days. I was debating whether to even go, since it would affect my tax bracket my usual job.
Then Me and JB were catching a bus together down Smallthorne bank; some overweight, elder redhead woman was making comments to her daughter about JB’s appearance saying it was due to him not having his fix of MCAT. I asked her what she’d said, and she muttered under her breath and looked intimidated. We got on the bus and JB asked what was said but I kept it a secret because I felt JB would kick off.
Next I’m walking around my Dad’s house naked? Maria Walsh is sat at a PC in the small box room, and I’m stood peering round the door talking to her so she can’t see anything beside my head, but she is flirting with me. Then I make a comment about a TV in the room being out of place, that it doesn’t belong there, and then I awoke.
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