Autumn ceased spoken word and closed her eyes, shutting them tight and concentrating on projecting her thoughts onto him, her true voice like a river of immaculate silk would be ringing in his head now, telling him the story,<em>"Hello S'Jenes. We are going on a little journey today. We are all packed up for a weekend trip and taking a drive. I won't ruin the surprise of our destination though, you'll just have to come along. The land is whizzing by us outside of the vehicle. In what seems like no time we are there at the edge of a great forest. I take your hand and we begin to walk into the woods, stopping for lunch before pressing onward. Soon we come to a sudden clearing and in this clearing is a house with a fence around the yard. We go inside and walk around this place, looking at all that is inside before deciding to get some sleep before the big day ahead of us. As you sleep you dream of all you have seen today. Let me see what you would be dreaming of?"[/b]<br/><br/></em><hr/><br/>(( this is an old lesson on perspective and imagination/creativity my drama teacher did with us one year in grade school and I still find it interesting. only then, we were all in a circle holding hands and as she read us a much more detailed story and then asked us to draw or describe the house for our homework - who was driving the car, what kind of car were we in, what did we see outside of the car on our way, were the woods cheery and well kept like a national park or scary and dark? was the house abandoned and haunted or like a summer cabin, what sort of fence, etc etc etc. so just every detail of how he pictured the the little story to get an idea of his mental state. you know? ;) ))