I woke up this morning and thought i'd smoked a cigarette. Laying in bed, just waking up, i realised that that was just a bad dream. It was incredibly vivid though and i could almost taste the cig when i woke. It was a nightmare really, i remember feeling guilty not because i had smoked but because i had enjoyed it.
This is now the 34th day of my quit. It feels a lot longer than that though.