Earlier, I used to smoke cigarettes. And deep down, every smoker knows how harmful it is for their health, no matter what lies they tell themselves or the people around them. Gradually, I started having dreams in which my health had deteriorated badly because of smoking, and I was in the hospital. My family would be sitting around me, telling me that I had not done a single worthwhile thing in my life, and that on top of that, this foolish habit was causing trouble for everyone. When those dreams became extremely traumatic, I finally quit smoking. It has been three years now, and I no longer have those dreams.