Funny that you would have a dream about smoking, as I had one recently as well. I had just completed my MFA Exhibition, well recepted by both artists and general public alike. I was trying to celebrate with a smooth, mild and refreshingly addictive cigarette, but couldn’t get them to light. I tried my lighter, matches, the fireplace that was strangly located in the center of the gallery, an oxy/acetlyne torch, the small oven used to cook the gallery food, the small warming fires under the dishes and finally by dismantling a lamp and rubbing the wires together. They never lit. I went sparse and threw my cigarettes into the fire hoping to simply smell them. They sat in the embers without so much as a spark. Even more perplexing than my fire-proof smokes – every time someone spoke to me, instead of words they billowed smoke signals. I woke up very confused, contemplating my strange dream over a fine cigarette; wondering whether I smoke too much or not and damning Ron Reiner – a man who is in no shape to be telling people what is healthy for them. I wonder if his ninth by-pass went well?
The next night I had a dream about the cast of “Willow” dancing around me in pink jumpsuits singing “Sweat Caroline”, while attempting to play watermelons as string instruments, in horrible key. I decided to ignore my dreams.

I wish I had an Announcer though.

And meanwhile, smokers DO pay for all sorts of goodies for non-smokers, and non-smokers act like assholes to smokers.

I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life, but I side with the smokers on smoking rights. As long as the US government is not-so-secretly encouraging the tobacco industry, everyone who doesn’t approve of smoking needs to either go after the government, or just shut up.

*chuckle*