Saturday, April 7, 2012

Champix Dreams: Second week, Day 12

Champix Dreams!
Day 12:  4/7
Smoked 0 cigarettes.  Weight 66k.

Five days with no cigarettes.  I still have the last pack my wife taped up and handed to me.  It is unopened.  I had some of my strongest urges to smoke today, but I soldiered through them.  Not sure how much longer I will have to take Champix, but I am doing ok so far.  A new side-effect is starting to appear.  About an hour or two after I take the Champix pill, my stomach feels sour and I just want to vomit.  I never do vomit but that queasy feeling stays with me for many hours.


Today was very difficult.  In the morning, I snapped at my wife and I had no good reason to be so irritable.  I know it was not like me.  Luckily, my wife is a very forgiving and loving woman.  She didn't let it bother her.  At work I was in a bit of a daze all day.  I made many mistakes that I normally wouldn't make. Maybe I am being hard on myself, but I don't think of myself as someone that makes mistakes often.

But enough of that, now to what you have been waiting for! The dreams!

I had cacophony of dreams last night. They hit me one after another.  I was flying, I was hunting, and I was at the space bar... again, too drunk to take off.  I don't remember too much since I am writing this a few days after and I have had so many dreams since then. 

One thing I do remember is being in a very nice suburban neighborhood. I was minding my own business when some kid drove up to me in a go cart and asked if I want to go racing.  He said he had heard I took the Jim Russel F1 racing school course in San Francisco and he wanted to challenge me.  This punk kid was gonna get schooled.  I jumped on to his kart's back and said "Take me to the track!"

On the way, for whatever reason, we stopped at a house where there was a car parked half off the sidewalk into the road.  All the doors were open and there was a plastic bag laying in the center road... I don't know how this fits in, but the kid and I searched the bag and found a bunch of silver jewelry.  And as if we needed silver, or metals, for some reason we began loading our hands with the stuff.  I remember thinking I could melt this down later.  I think this comes from playing The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.  There is a mod called Val's Crafting Meltdown that I use to melt down any weapons and armor I collect in my adventures, to make new stuff.  So, in the game, I always pick up the metal trash my victims drop. 

The game is awesome and I hope you get a chance to play it. 

After that, my alarm woke me up.  Beep Beep Beep.  What a weird dream series.

Have you played The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim?  Do you love it? Hate it? What's your opinion?

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