As a kid I would try to pay attention, but I just couldn't hang in there. If I didn't day dream I was going to go insane.
I used to create scenarios in my mind that I was a JW super hero. I had a special costume that was partially made of "flubber" that would allow me to bounce all over the auditorium. I also had a night stick that shot spideman-like spider webs and I could swing from the rafters.
I would imagine that violent apostates were taking the speaker and others at gun point. I of course would do my quick change and bounce on down there to save the day, and win the hearts of all the little dub girls. Yes I was a dreamer. It was a survival mechanism.
What about you?
And don't tell me you dreamed about taking the speaker at gunpoint.
LC