Awake from a dream where I took dozens of photos from a series of rapidly passing and violent storms. Several where I thought I captured exciting images of rotating dark clouds, lightning bolts and a flock of birds caught in the fury. Photos that I was excited to get home and view.
What a bummer to wake up and realize there were no photos.
And during the dream, the scene shifted at one point, to where my mom was sitting at the desk in my bedroom, then back to the photo session where my brother was working on my car while I dashed around, camera in hand, with eyes on the eastern horizon. And when he announced that he found the problem, there suddenly was my father, sitting in the driver's seat of my car .... (He wasn't the problem, he was just suddenly was there.) Then another scene shift where I was in the car alone, testing out its performance post fix, on a long road (State Street), five miles from the photo scene ..... the road known to me in real life but with surroundings looking much different than I know them to be. Maybe I was back in the 1970's?
Whew!! Did I get it all documented?
At least facets of this dream make sense to me as opposed to my usual reaction to my bizarre sleep world.
And a post-dream question ..... Do birds take to the sky when a violent storm is overhead or do they seek shelter as it approaches?
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