dreams again
Last night's dream: I was in Russia, where the locals were pissed because there were no cars left after the government took them (I guess this was USSR-era Russia.) I was on a tour group with a Scottish woman, to whom I spoke in a brogue which seemed to convince her (she never said anything so I can only assume.) We went into a cafe which had a regular entrance and a french entrance. My camera got some water under the lens and the viewfinder got all swimmy! Pretty crazy stuff.