Exploding Synapses

These might be the very students in my dream last night.
These might be the very students in my dream last night.

Dream: I was teaching photography at the local university again. Studio space had increased to spacious proportions. We wanted to photograph one of our students in a pile of identical children’s drawings. By the time we got set up, the children’s drawings had been replaced by fruits and vegetables, and were in a giant tray.

I left for the day, but regretted not leaving a note for the other professor, who wouldn’t understand why we left the studio the way we did.

In the morning, I realize that I am late, and that for some reason I have left all my digital cameras at home, and only have my old film-based Nikon FMs. As I try to figure out if I can get my film souped, I remember again I am late. I call to tell my class that there is a “signal 82” (accident with injury) call on the scanner. For some reason I have two scanners, one of the them tuned to the college police frequency. On it I hear a dispatch for the signal 82, at the student union.

I arrive just in time to see a blue semi laying on its side. Just as I raise my camera to shoot, we hear a scream from inside of, “Nooo! Nooo!”, followed by an explosion. I photograph the fireball and smoke plume.

As I walk back to my car, I am joined by three members of a street gang, each of whom is carrying about six assault rifles of various makes. I am also joined by a police officer on the other side of me, who is asking questions to determine if the gang members are carrying any concealed weapons.

As night falls, Abby and I see on TV a detailed reenactment of the explosion and fire from the driver’s perspective. He was apparently a snitch who was being silenced.

Supposedly you are every character in your dreams. Therefore, aside from being Richard the photographer, I am also a snitch, a gangsta, a cop, and a student.
Supposedly you are every character in your dreams. Therefore, aside from being Richard the photographer, I am also a snitch, a gangsta, a cop, and a student.
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  1. I heard a story once about a man who died and got to see God before he was reincarnated again. God said something about how he was going to be reincarnated in the 16th century as a servant girl. The man was confused, presumably because he thought reincarnation should be linear in time and possibly be consistent with gender.
    God explained that he must be reincarnated and live life as every human being before he was ready to take his final form as God.
    Perhaps we are a dream and every character in it.
    If that’s true, I must admit I’m reincarnated as an asshole most of the time.

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