Once, a long time ago, when I was only about ten years of age, I had a dream where I was eating a peanut butter sandwhich, while talking on a toy phone... except I was actually having a conversation with someone, only they were not responding to anything I was saying. Sortof like I was simply talking to myself. As this was occuring, I was walking along a hallway in one of my friend's houses, but then I somehow appeared on a balcony over the ocean. That is all I can remember, but it is so vividly placed into my mind.
