A dream this afternoon
I went to bed this afternoon because I was… uh, I didn’t want to do anything else. And Mauko was being cute on the bed so I also wanted to cuddle with her. And I had a dream:
I went cycling up a mountain. It was damp and snowy all around, and the dirt roads were muddy. Up, up, up I went. Then on the other side of the mountain, I was able to retire in a nice cabin facing a big river (like the Columbia). Lydia and I were hanging out in there when I peered out the window and saw the sunset was fantastic over the lake. So I grabbed my camera (the silver Sony DSLR), and a wide lens I have for it, and ran down to the vista that extended over the river.
On my left and behind me, part of the highway that ran parallel to the river extended over the river for a stretch (over a little bay of the river, I guess). Anyway, I tried to attach my wide angle lens to my camera (because I wanted to get the river and the clouds and the rainbow in the photo, but one side of the lens wouldn’t attach, so I had to manually hold it to the front of my camera while I took the photo. I looked through the viewfinder to take a photo (my view in the dream was looking through my own eyes (as opposed to a third person looking down at myself)). So I was looking through the viewfinder, and about to snap the photo, when a huge, long, boat (it resembled a train, really) sped out of control toward the part of the highway that went over the water. I followed it with my camera and pressed the shutter right when it hit the concrete. The auto focus took a second to auto focus (but it was a long boat-train, so it was colliding with the highway for a while), and then it clicked. I took the camera down away from my face, in order to see if there were any huge stones or slabs of concrete hurtling through the air toward me. There weren’t, so I looked down at the screen of my camera in time to see the one-second preview of the photo that comes up after you take a photo. It was perfect. I captured a huge catastrophe with my camera. It was an important photo.
I then started running toward the scene of the catastrophe, in case I could help anyone. Then I saw some people’s ground collapse from under them and plunge them into the water. It was a cold area, by the way, in a cold season. I wondered if the water was freezing. As a fellow emerged from the water I called out to him, “is it cold?” and he responded, “what do you think??” However, he was blue. Immediately the vista I was standing on felt the impact of the recent collision, and also collapsed into the water. In fact I noticed that guy was blue right when I was falling backwards into the water. “Uh oh. This water is going to be cold, because that guy was blue.” And I heard my camera plop into the lake before the rest of me hit the water. It was certainly cold. It shocked my body. But I was able to swim a short distance to where other people were wading in the water and I huddled with them, waiting for someone to save us. It wasn’t a feeling of doom. I knew we were going to be okay.
I woke up about then, and I had three thoughts immediately. First, “Man, I still never got a shot of that sunset.” Second, “Why don’t I ever put the camera strap around my neck like I’m supposed to?” Third, “I think my super photo is safe, even though submerged in the lake. Once one of my memory cards was in a snowy pool of water near a gutter in front of the Rickards’ house for days. Scott found it and gave it to me, and it still worked, and all the data on it was fine.”
February 6th, 2010 at 6:02 pm
Makes me think of this.