As a writer and a creative, I cannot believe that there are actually people out there who don't daydream. I know that it's bad to do, most of the time, when there are other, more productive things happening: bullets whizzing by your skill, patient bleeding on the op table. But, consider a moment a world without daydreamers; maybe nothing would exist at all then, which is wayy too complex for the human brain to even fathom. Would the Earth and all of the people on it be a black hole of sorts? A vacuum? Nothing exists in a vacuum, they say. I think that I'm going to go back to my fluffy pink clouds now, knowing that, at least, something exists.