let's call this a vignette
You spend so much of your life gazing off into space, and you think of the most random of things. It happens to me in cars. I stare at the sky and the clouds and I think of the most trivial list of events and items in my life. The shoes I should have bought, how this skirt will look with that jacket, interactions that have long passed and yet I attempt to rework them in my head, thinking they will have a better outcome and therefore fix the problem. I try to remember things that were from a dream; ghost-like memories that I cannot quite bring to the front of my mind. I can continue to do this until I snap back into reality again when the journey is over, or my attention has been grabbed by something else.