theotherlight

Type: Normal Dream

I was in some busy courtyard. The ground was made of interlocking stone, and all of the surrounding buildings were old and crumbling.

I had a video camera and I was following around some woman. She was speaking of some documentary that seemed to be about student rights, or something similar. I held the camera near the ground, trying to get an interesting shot, filming as I rushed around the busy courtyard, weaving between all the people.

We finally got to the bottom of a small set of stairs in another part of the courtyard where she made her conclusion to the camera. Right after this, the tape in the camera just went up in a little poof of smoke. I told her, and suggested the only solution was to go back and pick up all of the prints that the camera had made (for some reason) of the frames as we filmed.

I turned around the ground of the courtyard was filled with pieces of paper, like photographs, of the stuff I had just been filming. I remember yelling something to the large crowd, and suddenly everyone was busy helping me pick up these pieces of paper -- I knew the order didn't matter.

By the end of picking them up, more and more people were giving them to me all torn and tattered, but I thought they'd still be salvageable. Looking at some of them, they looked very much like artistic photography and I was excited about what I could do with all of them.

Afterwards, a small crowd gathered and I was about to play them a song on an acoustic guitar I had...

Then my alarm went off and I woke up.

Clarity: 4 / 5    Lucidity: 2 / 5

Tags: camera, courtyard, crowd, guitar, paper, video