Well, thing about my dreams is that I'm usually very content. In them, I have a steady boyfriend who I love and who loves me, I've lost a bit of weight, and I smoke. I suppose since people smoke to feel calmer, it's something to do with that. Or perhaps it's my self-consciousness and subconsciously I still see smoking as 'cool'.
 
I honestly believe a couple of cigarettes a day would be healthy, but I don't trust myself to limit myself to that, so I don't start. I know you're thinking "How could it be healthy?" but ever since my dad stopped smoking, he's put on a massive amount of weight, he's had heart problems, he drinks more than he should, even his thyroid started to go wrong. And needless to say, it can stop stress, which is a very damaging thing to the heart.
 
But yeah, since I can't be trusted to stick to a couple a day, I don't smoke any at all.
 
Anyways, there's all sorts of plots to my dreams. In one, I was watching to Foo fighters perform a non-existent song, which I just knew as 'Dream'. Ironic, no? I woke up and immediately worked out how to play it on my guitar, and thus I had a riff granted to me by a combination of Dave Grohl and my own subconscious.
It's just that usually, no matter what's going on, I'm smoking in them.