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I’ve never been to Vancouver but I am guessing that this dream took place in what I feel like is Vancouver. (if that makes sense)

I was on this really long bus and in the beginning, I was playing a game with some Sloaners that basically involved everyone in this circle of people taking turns naming a Sloan song until we either ran out of Sloan songs or everyone was unconscious. I kept thinking I wanted to say “Coax Me” but I felt that this song title was too obvious so I stuck to song titles off of Between the Bridges (incidentally, my favorite album of theirs as a whole), and said “Take Good Care of the Poor Boy” and then “Losing California” Well, one of the guys tried to claim that these song titles had already been said by someone else even when I protested. I knew I was the first to say them. Finally, I changed my answer to “The Marquee and the Moon,” and he said, “I’ll accept that one but only because that is my favorite Sloan song.”

That made me upset, though, because I felt like these guys weren’t playing fair and that the only reason why they were making it difficult was because I was the only girl playing. So I stood up and went to the front of the bus that was really like the back as if the bus was driving in reverse. I had my camera out and it was night time so very dark outside but lining the horizon were these white tipped mountains reaching across the sky and for stars and the way they lit up the sky, I could still take pictures of them without a flash or anything because they made the surrounding area so bright. The problem was that there was this slight delay (true in real life as well) between the time when I press the button to take the picture and the time that the image is actually recorded. So I kept missing the mountains. Then, at other times, I felt like I had captured the picture but it wouldn’t register as being in my camera (this is actually a re-occurring nightmare of mine).

Eventually, day light came and although you could still see the mountains in a receding faintness, there were more vivid beaches with people sun bathing on them. There were houses too with cats watching me from their porches. I can’t remember how the dream ended exactly but I kept taking pictures and looking for them later on my digital camera’s card and feeling upset. I have this problem of thinking that if I don’t take a picture of something, I won’t remember it correctly or I will forget it completely.

(now playing: A Northern Chorus -Bitter Hands Resign)

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