I love it. It's like an escape. There's a poem about it...I can't remember who wrote it...it's famous. It's about the man being sad, but the flowers he saw in a field one day made him happy, so he visits the flowers every day in his mind to cheer up. I love that. I always daydream during routine stuff I don't have to think about, like when I'm in the shower. I look forward to it, ha. I'm pretty good at it. Sometimes I pretend I got stuck in an elevator with someone, celebrity or person I know. Always a guy, ha. This would be a situation where I could talk to them freely for a long time without distractions...then I play it out from there. Weird, but whatever keeps me smiling.