Dreams are one of the strangest things about being a human being. I had a girlfriend once, a lawyer, who claimed she never dreamed. Seemed suspicious. Me, I dream vividly and often and am frequently amazed at the intricate and involved plots of my dreams. I have no idea where my brain comes up with all the stuff it does.
A few nights ago, for instance, I had been assigned (?) to write a blog post about George Harrison. It was a pleasant encounter. Playing the role of a reporter, I accompanied George through a kaleidoscope of changing scenes and scenarios as he went about his life and talked about his music and his upcoming projects. I felt vaguely that I should have been taking notes. I was also troubled by the fact that I knew I should be taking some pictures of him for the report but I didn't have a camera with me; I had set it down somewhere and wasn't quite sure where it was.
In person he was confident, friendly, articulate and forthcoming, although you should take this with a grain of salt on account of it has no relation to fact or truth. Also revealing of my mindset and a telltale of my attitudes is that, as George and I ate lunch in a restaurant, I finally remembered I had my iPhone in my pocket. But I didn't get it out, thinking "I should wait till I find my real camera." By the way, he looked quite healthy and seemed content and in fine fettle.
In those very first confused moments as I woke up, I thought, damn, I should have looked harder for my camera, because George is dead and nobody else can take pictures of him now! I would have had quite the scoop.
Sure would have. As I say, my brain is strange.
Why George Harrison? No clue. I'd thought of fellow Beatle Paul recently because we mentioned Chris Floyd a week or two ago, and I had read Chris's interesting account of making a portrait of Paul. George and I share a birthday, but I know nothing more about him than anyone else does, am not particularly a fan, and hadn't thought about him or listened to his music in years. But I think I'll go put on "Pure Smokey." (Even though "Crackerbox Palace" might be more appropriate.)
So listen to this chorus one more time:
Always keep a camera with you! You never know who you're going to run into, or where.
(Thanks to the shade of George for the interview)
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Speed: "Always Know Where Your Camera Is and Beware of Darkness."
Roberto: "After having read your two last posts, I thought that the 'Sumkinda lillyus' must not be the only interesting weed growing in your garden."
Mike replies: An understandable thought! But no, the only drugs I ever do are ibuprofen and caffeine and both in moderation.
toto: "You know what they say—pics or it didn't happen."
andy webster: "In a previous life as a psychotherapist I would sometimes discuss dreams with my patients. Typically they would look for meaning in the content of the dream but very often we found that the emotions attached to the content were more illuminating. Feelings which are repressed when awake seem to surface in dreams!"
marcin wuu: "I have lots of cameras in my studio space, and they are scattered all over the place. And I usually shoot two at the same time—a digital mirrorless as a kind of Polaroid preview of lighting, and analog. The analog is a big beast of a camera and it's always on tripod standing in the middle of the set, while the mirrorless I shoot handheld. And when I put it away to shoot the analog or to modify the lighting or whatever, I instantly forget where it is. And then I have to look for it in between all those other cameras in the semidarkness of the studio. Very frustrating experience, so I kinda know how you felt in your dream. One of these days I'm gonna get me a keychain that beeps when you whistle, and fix it to that blasted camera."
Ken: "In dreams, I can print directly from my photographic memory."
Neilclasper: "Having left a Fuji X100t in a bag in the overhead luggage rack on a train four weeks ago—apparently never to be seen again—I concur. Always Know Where Your Camera Is."