11th
My Subconscious Is Weird
I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately about photohunting, mostly about graffitihunting.
Last night I dreamed that I was in Denver, and a wildfire was sweeping out of the mountains into the city. I fled to the outskirts while the firestorm burned the western half, and then as the fire moved on to the eastern portion, I entered the charred urban ruins that were left. All of the freight trains from the east side of the city were being moved over to where I was for safe keeping, and I was catching all of this insane rail art, getting killer flick after killer flick.
Then I was off to turn the photos in to my boss (all of the sudden I was a reporter or something?) when I saw the most gorgeous sunrise ever. Huge thunderheads towered in the sky, and the sun was turning them a neon pink. As I brought my camera up to get a shot, the sun started flying up like a child had just let go of a balloon.
The deep wrongness of this struck at me, and as one of the massive clouds reached out to touch the sun, I though “No, no, this is really really bad” and then everything went all white light and heat and then *WAAAH-WAAAH-WAAH* my alarm woke me up.
