I've been on the nicotine patch for a while now trying to kick smoking. I smoked from the time I was 18 till I was pregnant with my first and then stupidly went back to it after my youngest was weaned. It was much easier the first time, possibly due to pregnancy hormones. I've heard that hormone fluctuations around ovulation make it more difficult to quit in the week before your period but I can't give you anecdotal confirmation of that because I'm too chicken to try so I always waited till the week after. This time is much more difficult and I've been on the patch for months.
The patch is definitely healthier than actual smoking but it has the really interesting side effect of really vivid dreams. Like REALLY vivid, even during the twenty minute nap I took yesterday. I've never dreamed during a cat nap before I started using the patch, at least not that I remember. Some of these dreams are the goofy walking down the middle of the road in a prom gown eating an ice cream cone variety but some have been highly symbolic. Around the time I started therapy over the summer I dreamed I was sleeping under and being smothered by a family heirloom crazy quilt. Huh, I wonder what that means? Frequent commenter (and my sister) librachick19777 is probably snickering in her corn flakes right now.
Anyway, this post was inspired by hearing this song last night. I wonder if that has anything to do with bass player Tom Peterson's appearance in my subconscious last night for the first time since I was about ten. It wasn't that kind of dream; he was a doorman. Huh, I wonder what that means? Anyway, enjoy.