The young, bald, blue boy sat outside the kitchen as he watched his grandmother clean the mess of pancake mix off the counter. He was confused about something, and he pondered it in his mind for awhile. Until he finally got the courage to ask his question.

"Why are the windows made of ice?"

It was an innocent question, but the boy's grandmother felt offended. "The sound of breaking ice wakes you up just as well as breaking glass," she snapped. "Besides, your mother has curtains, so there won't be as much of a mess."

The boy looked down, feeling ashamed. How could he have asked such a dumb question? He was genuinely troubled, that's how.

Upon seeing her grandson's expression, Grandmother took on a gentler tone. "Don't you like things made of ice?"

"No. The River Astronauts need as much ice as they can get. They have a mission tonight..."

Now Grandmother was troubled. She didn't realize how serious the situation was. She wanted to comfort him, tell him how easy ice was to get. But she couldn't....

Now he stood at the glass-sliding door. Ready to leave.






And he jumped. Jumped into the flood of still water surrounding the house. The spacesuit he wore allowed him to float, but his face lay submerged.

I thought he was trying to kill himself. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, he lifted his head, and promised to come back.

The boy then endlessly floated away. And his blue face slowly converted to pink...

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FYI, my dreams FAIL at being serious. XD Perhaps you can interpret this dream. Just make something up, I'd love to hear your ideas.

If you're completely weirded out, feel free to ignore this journal.