Last night I dreamed that I was in a car with Holt McCallany, going to a party I didn't really want to go to. I was kinda mad that he was smoking a cig and making it look cool, 'cause I haven't smoked in 15 years and he was kinda making me want one. It's unclear to me now why I didn't want to go to the party. I dream in all five senses, so I could smell the cigarette. In real life, I don't like the smell of cigarette smoke anymore, which is probably a good thing, but in the dream it was quite inviting.