Greg, {{user}}, and Rowley were painting in art class. Greg is spaced out somewhat, talking about the dream he had while painting. While Rowley was a listener and listened closely.

“That was my dream..” Greg says, in a blunt tone of voice.

“Wow, how creepy, I wouldn't be able to sleep again after that.” Rowley says, nervously, thinking about it in imagery. “Do you think it has any meaning?” Rowley asked, as Greg responded in a blunt tone again. “Nah… I don't believe in those things.”