An Omen
I had a dream last night. My small dog, a miniature pinscher, threw up an entire Houston Chronicle-sized newspaper, plastic sleeve and all. Yea that's impossible, but as the dream was going, I wanted to see how long that thing was in his stomach, so I checked the date. October 12, 2008 first time around...then second time October 25. After I saw the date my mom walked around with an SLR camera with a lens hood on it, despite the fact she was supposed to bring back some cleaner to clean up some weird crap he had been throwing up right before.
I will take this dream to be an omen, on that day I shall have my camera on me all hours. Whatever the fuck happens, I'm catching it.
I will take this dream to be an omen, on that day I shall have my camera on me all hours. Whatever the fuck happens, I'm catching it.