Bedtime story

Last night I dreamt I was smoking. In my dream, I absent mindedly took a fag from the pack, and went outside to smoke. After I had smoked half of it, I suddenly remembered that I had stopped 3 months ago. I immediately squashed it, and went up home, full of remorse.

In the morning, when I realized it was a dream, my first thought was fuck, why didn't I smoke the whole stick.