Dreamy

Here’s another random side effect of quitting smoking: I’ve begun to remember my dreams. I’ve never dreamt before, at least not on a regular basis. Maybe one or two a year. Now, I get about 3 per week that I remember. Maybe I’m better rested or something, and my mind is having more playtime in the wee-hours. Last night’s was especially graphic (and, um, “blue”). It’s almost worth taking smoking back up so I don’t have to remember what random crud my unconscious is pumping out.

Almost.