I woke up this morning with a terrible guilty conscience. I actually smoked a cigarette while laying in bed right next to my husband, and when I was done with it, I put it out in a plastic cup with half an old beer in it. Sooooo sexy.
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| because I'm pretty sure I was wearing this in my dream. |
Other people dream about winning the lottery, or playing baseball, or having sex with Brad Pitt. (for the record, Brad Pitt is not anywhere on my to-do list.)
But what do I dream about? Smoking and putting it out in a nasty, warm cup of beer?
What is THAT all about?
I looked it up in my dream journal and there were several blatherings on about what it could mean to smoke in your dream. The biggest one was that "to use it warns you against enemies and extravagance." Well, that really made me laugh because those who know me know that I am not close to extravagant. That is unless you count bringing two cheese sticks to work instead of one extravagant. Then hell yes, I am. I like cheese, all right?
And enemies? I don't have any. Well, there was that lady at the grocery store who eyed my typed grocery list enviously.
What did catch my attention was the part where they discuss what it means to dream about
liquor.
"For a woman to dream about drinking or handling liquor foretells for her a happy Bohemian kind of existence. (yes, that's true.) She will be good natured but shallow minded. (shallow minded, yes, yes, also true.) To treat others, she will be generous to rivals, and the indifference of lovers or husbands will not seriously offset her pleasures or contentment." (How do they KNOW ME like this?)
I was surprised that the book says nothing about laying next to your husband smoking a cigarette on the sly and then putting out a cigarette in a plastic cup of beer. Hm. It would seem to me that this type of dream would be had by a
great many people and an entire chapter should be devoted to it. Surely I can't be the ONLY ONE.
However, I think sometimes the interpretive dream books sometimes miss the point altogether. Sometimes your dreams are as simple as you saw something on TV, or a certain conversation you had, or what you saw on line or heard at work. For instance, I dream about writing a lot. Makes sense, since I write a lot. I dream about babies because I have a new granddaughter. I dreamed about smoking because sometimes I miss it, even though I quit back in 1999.
As for the beer, I think they nailed it.
I'm a good natured Bohemian-like, laid back kind of gal, and I like to drink.
Welcome to my world!
