The Copy Machine
Notes: This was surely induced by sleeping in the actual bed after sleeping on the couch for a week or two straight. The Dream: I was laying on the floor of a room that I'm pretty sure was indoors and carpeted. My old coworker Robyn was there with my coworker Stephanie, and they were discussing things completely unrelated to me. Stephanie had a notebook crammed full of papers, and as Robyn was asking Stephanie questions, the pages in the notebook were flipping like a gust of wind was blowing them to the next page. I moved toward the notebook and began flipping through the pages myself. Each page had a concert photo in the center of it with a paragraph or so of text above it. At first, the photos looked like they were taken from a cell phone. Simple photos from the crowd at low quality, but as I flipped through them they improved in quality, though were consistently a full stage shot with the crowd in them, taken from the back of a venue. I remember seeing my photography friend Jen...