In the twilight of my eighteenth year, inspiration struck in an unorthodox form—a dream vividly witnessed by my girlfriend, not me. She described a chorus, ethereal yet distinct, that seemed to float through her subconscious, resonating with phrases about colors, laughter, and a whimsical interplay of being 'sucked in' and 'blown out.' These dream-spun words lingered in my mind, swirling with my own experiences and reflections. One day, as I sat, guitar in hand, the lyrics began to weave themselves into a melody, a harmonious blend of her dream and my reality. This marked the birth of a song that, years later, I would finally record—a testament to the mysterious workings of inspiration and the enduring power of a dream once dreamt.