So, from this moment on, he started drifting, and dreamed of colours that he'd never seen before, and all the types of fruit he'd ever tasted. The air was warm; the sky was clear of water; beyond the lake were trees far as the eye could see. This was the place we used to swim together. Those things up on your chest look mighty comfy - I may just lay my head and wait for morning sunbeams. Morning - the wait is over, so in we go to find a home.