|I am pretty sure that they do not write books explaining some of the dreams I have from time to time. Last night I dreamt about contact lenses and having to really scrub my right one before putting it on because there was a 1 or 2mm layer of stuff on it. What does that mean? Does that mean that I unconsciously know that I do not spend enough time scrubbing mine? Why can’t I dream of running away from monsters or about frogs or other things which could be useful for interpreting my dreams?
In other news this morning’s train ride made me ponder life’s greatest questions. Such as “how did Ten die?” and I can’t remember for the life of me just how he died. I remember how Eleven ate those fishfingers and custard but just how did Ten become Eleven? Can anyone shed some light because I don’t really want to go wiki it.
And finally I have some rolls backed up. Just look at this! It’s still from right after New Year’s! Ah, multiple exposures, you make showing all the sides of a postcard so easy! Thank you Chinon for making my life complete. This a postcard I got from MK, do go visit for some awesome film photography.