bond
Last night I dreamt I had a cigarette. The motherfu**er tasted mighty good, but afterwards I felt like shit for having it. I hope I'll use this dream to my advantage next time I feel like lighting up a cancer stick.
Another dream I had last night involved me acting as an agent on Her Majesty's secret service. I remember feeling extremely scared as my opponent was demonstrating how sharp his sword was by cutting a stone pillar in two (it was a dream, give me a break). I also remember thinking I did not stand a chance in hell because the actor playing my part in the dream was Rowan Atkinson (as in clueless and clumsy Mr Bean, not as cunning and contriving Blackadder, unfortunately).