I dream that I’m visiting a beautiful house with a male friend. I look out of the window and we’re above the city and I can see a marble fountain. I look for my camera, it’s super small for some reason. I look out the window again and now there’s only an ugly tree blocking the view. It’s always been like that, my friend says, were you drunk?
Then he turns into a girl and I fall in love with her.
I dream that my sister is flying to New York to get a film degree. She’s got a new camera that is better than mine, I’m jealous as hell but I’m trying not to show it. I even teach her a trick for stabilizing a shot without a gimbal.
We get to her classroom for the intro lesson and the professor points me to the students’ seats because I’m carrying my own camera like always, but I shake my head and I go sit with the other relatives. The whole thing is so bittersweet.
(This one’s from yesterday.) I dream that I’m reading a strangely handwritten book about a group of paranormal investigators in their forties. There are two bisexual women and two men with long hair and big mustaches, one blond and one black haired, they’re in a loving relationship with each other. The fifth member of the group is Prince Charles.
Then I dream that I’m at the mountain house with my whole family. We decide to walk to the village but I forgot my camera and need to run back. I find a homeless man in front of the door, he is using a coin to trick our fingerprint lock. He’s very surprised to realize there are people in the house today, he begs me to let him stay the night. I call out loud for my dad who promptly kicks the man out. I feel slightly guilty.
I dream that a famous photographer is scolding me for using the LCD screen on my camera instead of the viewfinder, and it’s stressing me out a lot.
I dream that I’m taking a shower after work, it’s locate in the large entrance hall of a residential building. I can see a guy, around 30, working in a greenhouse outside. I’m afraid he’s gonna walk in so I shower in my bra. He indeed comes in and he’s angry, demands to know who I am. I sheepishly explain I clean the house of a lady who lives in the building, and she told me I could use the shower. More and more people arrive, they are all outraged because the lady lied and doesn’t live here and I have no right to use their shower. My Gran has to come in to rescue me.
Then I dream that there are fireworks outside so I run to grab my camera. I try to screw in my favorite lens but it’s full of sand, I shake it and more and more sand falls down; I’m distressed, how could this happen, is this a prank? I look down at the camera sensor and it’s so dirty, I try to clean it up and it breaks in a thousand glass pieces. I’m crying and shaking at this point, I feel so sick I wake up and feel the instant relief of knowing my camera is okay.
I dream that we have a new house, an apartment above a bakery. I share a room with my little brother, and one day I find all of his friends inside it, dancing and playing and chilling on my bed. I’m very upset and yell at them to get out, I look completely mad. My brother is mad at me. He has me sit on a chair in front of him, grabs my hands and explains that he’s a YouTuber. Then we turn into the Olsen twins.
I wake up and when I fall asleep again I dream that I visit a camera store in town. I want to know if they have a vise to repair my dented lens, but a crowd of people walks in behind me and everybody is talking together and I’m getting anxious. The store owner has white hair and a sleazy smile, I don’t like him at all but I see he sells film rolls too, so I’ll have to buy from him after all.
I dream that I go into the parking lot to take pictures of a tree and leaves playing in the wind. An old neighbor is looking at my camera, impressed. He shows me his own camera, a vintage beauty. He’s taking pictures of his grandchildren, two high school girls, and his wife has set up a camping table and is developing the film right away, under direct sunlight; that doesn’t seem weird to me in the dream. The girls are obsessed with Iranian culture and also Texas cowboys.
I go back home and find my UPS unit soaking in shallow water inside my shower. I put it to dry in the sun. Surely it’s gonna be fine.
I dream that I’m trying to sneak into a store to quietly return a children’s book I stole. I notice they have Kodak film on sale, I recognize the little yellow boxes immediately. I need to ask the store owner how much it costs, he explains it’s expired film he found in a box and he’s selling it for 12 bucks a piece. I assure him it’s a great price.
I dream that I’m selling my old camera on eBay. A girl from my school says she’ll take it and that sounds great, now I won’t even have the hassle to package and ship the camera. I talk to the girl, she’s a teen and seems a bit taken aback that I’m an adult. She asks my age, I say I’m 34. “You’re old!” she says, I’m a bit annoyed because I really don’t feel that old.
I clean and sanitize the camera and give it to the girl, she immediately leaves for a far away city. We’re texting that night when I suddenly realize we haven’t discussed payment yet. I write her that I’m gonna need 240 bucks for the camera, she immediately ghosts me.
I dream that I’m watching Rango, the movie with the cartoon chameleon, and also moving the character like in a videogame. Rango applies for a job as the town teacher, he’s quite incompetent at first and lets the children play paintball completely ruining the local market. He eventually figures things out, gets married and becomes mayor.
During a stormy night he’s about to leave with his wife to see a Ferrari car show. (What year is this movie supposed to be set in anyway?) The village witch appears at their door carrying a half drowned woman: it’s Tina Fey and she has an old timey camera in her hands. Mr and Mrs Rango decide to skip the car show to help her.
DECADE DREAM JOURNAL 