I don’t want to go outside. It’s too cold. Recess is the worst part of the day. I’m not doing this. Instead I decide to sit under the bench. I got bored. I started playing with small, little, gray rocks. I start humming. I close my eyes and imagine my mind tumbling around waves. Tumbling and drifting about. I must say it was a random thing to dream of. I sat there, bored. Then, I started imagining totally random things. Things that were just, random. That’s when I had the dream.