By “stranger” I mean not typical daydream stuff where you marry or sleep with someone nice/hot/you’re in love with, or you quit your job because you’ve won the lottery/wrote a book/made a move or record, or kill the jerk in the suv/in line etc. The sort of things other people probably don’t ever think about once, never mind more than once.
I like CSI:Miami (hate the orginal, though) and since I’ve been watching the show, I’ve indulged in this odd little day dream more than once as I’ve been shoveling snow in our endless drive way:
<me, dead, face down in the snow.>
Horatio: A seemingly healthy female, dead in the snow. What do you make of this, Calleigh?
Calleigh: There’s only one set of tracks, and they look like they’re hers.
Speed: There doesn’t appear to be any blood on the shovel either. I’d say it probably wasn’t used as the murder weapon, but I can bring it back to the lab to see if there’s any trace evidence.
Horatio: Right… Alexx, can you determine the time of dead?
<Allexx touches my cold, dead skin> : Poor baby, looks like she froze to death. It’ll be hard to determine the time of death.
Horatio: Maybe she froze to death, but the question is why. Why was she out here shoveling all alone?
Tim: Maybe because no one else was home?
Horatio: That’s what we’re here to find out. I think we have a homicide on our hands. Who is responsible for all this snow?
Calleigh: God?
Hortatio: Maybe. Or maybe someone just wants us to think that.
Although the lines they speak vary from snow storm to snow storm. It doesn’t make me any less bitter about there being snow every where, but at least it entertains me.
Who else is crazy? I mean, who else wants to share their strange little day dream?
