Last night I dreamt that two guys were fighting for my affections because my photography was so wonderful. I also dreamt that my photos had to be used as evidence because I happened to listen in to some hearing. I kept trying to get my roll back from the judge . . . at least the negatives, if not the prints.
Honestly, I think I take good pictures, but subconsciously I must think I’m awesome. That’s all I can pick up from my dream.