Last night, I dreamt that I was up at Lake Texoma. I was standing out on the deck of my cousin’s lake house, looking at the lake. Even though the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, there was still a brisk wind blowing. The top of the lake was frozen but I could still sea fish swimming below the ice. When I woke up, I was just about to climb over the railing of the deck and jump down to the ice below.