It's been what seems like months since my last smoking dream, but last night it returned with a vengeance. So, yesterday was a beautiful sunny day, and after work my husband called to say he was in the pub and would I like to join him. So I grabbed the dog and my youngest son and we all sat outside. Quite a few of us were there and everyone (except me and my husband, and the kids ) was smoking. It didn't bother me one jot. Anyway, a few vodkas later (I'm on a diet, hence no lager :D), we went home. I woke up in the middle of the night absolutely convinced I'd ruined my quit and had smoked throughout the evening along with everyone else. I even had the sore throat. When I woke up properly this morning, it took a while for me to convince myself that I hadn't had one (or 20). Smoking is obviously still on my mind subconciously, though I hardly think of it during waking hours.