I was working really late last night, and I needed strings of pseudo random numbers up for creating user IDs for this one project I'm working on. I don't think I'm really compromising any security or confidentiality here, by telling you this. I ended up finding a website that listed pi to one million digits, and picked sequences from that.
Being rather tired and prone to letting my mind both wander and hallucinate, I envisioned discovering some highly covert message or pattern in the stream of random numbers I was looking at. Perhaps akin to the scientists finding the message embedded in pi in the book Contact. (Or so I'm told. I've yet to read it. It's on my list.) I would be shocked and amazed at my discovery, and hurriedly scribble something down to that effect ("Remarkable proof!") before assassins employed by the oppressive and top secret government agency that already knows about it dispatch me.
I am found dead at my desk the next morning, my half-completed writings mostly, but not completely erased, thus beginning an epic thriller-action-adventure for the plucky young thing I secretly have a crush on discovers my body and becomes enmeshed in a web of intrigue and danger.
Sadly, my life is not so interesting. Though I am still alive. So I suppose that's something.