I found myself in a forest of white. The trees were iced in heavy snow that seemed to weigh down and burden them. When they could, the trees would free themselves of the powder, causing snow to cascade down like a waterfall. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the treetops. The trees majesty had been enhanced by their new white robes. Was I in heaven? It was then that I realized, I was just a boll weevil in a Mississippi cotton field. Then, I awoke.