Smoking Dreams
I think I had my first dream about smoking a cigarette last night. Of course, you can’t always be sure since you tend to forget about dreams in the first ten minutes of waking up. But I remember this one for some reason.
The visual imagery was like watching an old silent movie in the 1920’s or something. I was in an old biplane and I had the sense that the timings were just after the emperor’s coronation in Japan, over who’s country we were flying. (Oo-er…a Watson style moment of writing there). These old bi-planes had two seats although on this occassion we had managed to cram in three folks - the pilot, the blonde haired 20’s starlet, and myself. I’m not sure how the subject came up, one is never sure about these things, but the pilot made reference to the fact that the plane had a cigarette lighter that heated itself from the engine. I was so impressed with that I lit up a cigarette. I was even more impressed when he told me the ashtrays were designed with pearl.
Although I don’t get cravings that much anymore, I could feel the smoke satisfyingly fill my lungs. Thankfully, I woke up and the feeling of wanting a cigarette left.
I have to look into why I’m always having these dreams about planes and flight. I think I know why I was thinking about lighters. Yesterday in CitySuper I noticed some girls looking at Zippo lighters and I remarked how young they were and how important smoking used to be for me. And cleaning out my flat yesterday, I noticed the five ashtrays I’ve got in my flat that will probably never be used again. I miss the habit occassionally but usually it’s a passing thought or feeling.
