Dream of: 20 November 2020 "Fuming"
I have a cigarette pack with one cigarette left. I walk out to the two-car garage (similar to the garage of the Summerdale Drive House where I lived from 1993 to 2006 in Hurst, Texas). When I see my father (1932-2016) walking around the garage, I realize that, in the last few days, I smoked a cigarette in front of him. I have never smoked a cigarette in front of him before that, but he never said anything about my smoking the cigarette. When I start smoking this last cigarette in my pack, my father quietly says, "You're fuming more, son."
I say, "That's my last one. And I want to get rid of them."
I want to hurry and finish this cigarette because I do not want to smoke cigarettes anymore.
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