I had another smoking dream last night. I had trouble lighting up this time--the flame kind of flared out in this pinkish-orange flower, and I couldn't get it. Then I realized I'd been all bent over, and straightened up and was able to light it. I walked around smoking for a while, and then I stubbed out the cigarette and pinched it with my fingers so that I could save it for later.
I think part of the inspiration might have been one friend passing a cigarette to another friend on the table in front of me last night. But so much for my theory about smoking dreams being connected to wanting to cut my hair short. Yesterday I got my hair cut, short.