The Dream: I find myself sitting in a locked windowless room with nothing but my humidor and a toilet in the corner. I walk over to the humidor and pull out a Padron Millennium Maduro. This is my first PMM as I was waiting to smoke one in September when our baby is born, but for some reason I decide to light it anyway. Snip, torch, puff, I sit it down to let it rest for a few minutes. I come back and to my horror I see that it has tunneled the entire length up two sides of the cigar. In a panic I think to myself, do I call the vendor and tell them there was a defect, do I try to smoke it, what do I do? I pick it up to try and salvage it, but through the smoke I see myself and I am a middle aged Chinese woman.
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This dream is life itself, the locked windowless room is merely your existence, the PMM represents your new baby. As you have never had a PMM, this is your first baby. To snip, torch, and puff represents your future attempts to raise your child, a boy, to the best of your abilities. And let us not forget you have the highest expectations for both your new son and the PMM. The horror you experience is nothing more then high expectation of not getting things your way, but as the cigar should be maintained at 70 degrees at 62% humidity, your son must be nurtured in the right environment to grow straight as a tall tree. The vendor is nobody else but the big guy in the sky, if you need help with your new boy, you can always talk to him.
As far as the middle aged woman, she merely represents love, which is also one of the ingredients you can supply along with your wife. Any unwanted by products in your life can be flushed away in the toilet of life, or merely ignored. But after saying all this " a cigar sometimes is just a cigar". Best of luck! :thumbs:
