Sound asleep last night while the brain went on its usual tour of the weird and wild via dreaming. I’m walking through what may be described as a long hanger with glass on either side. Apparently I was preparing to board a plane and this hanger-like structure was like a terminal.
While walking along with the other prospective passengers I noticed how interesting the building next door looked. There were openings that had been covered in some sort of yellow coverings, which contrasted nicely with the falling rain, grey skies and general mood of matters.
Thinking this would make a great photo opportunity I put down my bags and started rummaging around for my camera. The large bay door at the end of this hanger began to open and I knew my chance had arrived. I finally find my camera only to discover that it’s not my camera. It’s my bag, but not my camera. As a matter of fact it doesn’t look like any camera I’ve ever seen before and I have no idea how to operate it (not unlike real life with my Canon 40D!).
I start walking out onto the tarmac in the rain while trying to figure out any of the controls on the camera so that I might fire off at least one shot. As my attention is upon the camera I haven’t noticed that my brain has changed she scene until I look up after being frustrated by the camera. Now the scene is of a mountainous park, like a state or national park, with tourists buzzing around snapping pictures and looking at the flora and fauna.
Of course, being a dream, I think nothing of this complete change in scenery and location and return my attention to the overly frustrating camera of death.
I don’t know if I ever figured it out. And I still don’t know if or what it all means. Typical.