I'll try to make this short, I'm wondering if this has happened to anyone.
Background: I've been taking Chantix for 24 days, continued smoking 1 to 2 packs a day. My Doctor and I decided I would take it a full month then cut my smokes by half for the second month, half again the third, etc. So I've been taking the pills and haven't felt anything. No side effects at all. Zero, zilch, zip, nada.
During this time I did have a sense that I was having a recurring dream. It didn't bother me and I didn't associate it with Chantix because I've had these before in my life. I couldn't remember anything about it but I sensed that it was kinda-sorta more of a comforting dream then a nightmare. I felt nothing about this dream really, it just was. You should be aware that I never associate any meaning to any of my dreams and always poo-poo'd anyone who did. I always hated it when someone feels the need to tell me their dreams in detail. To me, dreams were my nightly entertainment, I enjoyed them. That's it.
Anyway - last night this dream I sensed became crystal clear: The gist of it is that I had made an agreement to commit suicide on a certain date. Yes - SUICIDE! This agreement was made with people I knew and respected and I took it seriously. I was committed to commit suicide on a specific date. I wasn't upset or scared by the thought, it just seemed to make sense that I was going to do it. I felt content in that knowledge and was a happy camper. (Listen up - I have never had suicidal thoughts in my life, never. Don't even go there.) This went on for a long time, this suicide/contentment thing.
So - the end of the dream was the day I was supposed to do it. Kill myself. All the sudden I didn't want to, I don't know why but I just didn't. Not wanting to do it didn't seem like a big deal to me but it was to the people I made the suicide contract with. I spent all of the rest of the dream running away from them. Lucky me there were also a lot of people I knew who were helping me evade them. It wasn't a nightmare, it was an adventure. In the end I won and didn't commit suicide, somehow we put a stop to the the people who were coming after me.
Long story short - when I woke up I knew that I would never smoke again. Huh? That's right. I knew I quit as soon as I opened my eyes this morning. I have been smoking for at least 46 years, I tell people I smoke a pack a day, but its really almost 2. Now its almost 3 PM and haven't even wanted a smoke. I always want to smoke. I smoke first thing in the morning before I get out of bed, I smoke before my first cup of coffee, I smoke with my first cup of coffee. I light a smoke to let the dog out , before I do the dishes, when I drive, when I drink, I'll risk missing a plane flight to go outside for a last smoke. I'm a SMOKER and I've always been a smoker. But now I'm not. I don't want a cigarette. I can't explain it, I never really thought I would ever quit. I thought I'd go through the motions and fail like I have many many times before. I love to smoke, absolutely love it.
I think its the Chantix, I think it worked. Damn, I'm kinda blown away