a portioning of dreams
so, i had a lot of weird dreams last night, but here's one i remember pretty vividly.
i'm working at the studio, which is now also a sort of bed-and-breakfast thing. maybe so people from out of town can come and get their pictures taken and have an affordable place to stay. I was checking people in. I think i checked an Indian man into room 9. There were two keys for each room, and they were made somewhat out of the room number. for exampe, room 8 was like.... 8---- anywho, everything's going pretty normally until kevin phelps comes in. naked. with his non-existant kid.
so, he's just kind of sitting on the floor smiling, trying to hide his nakedness as best he can and his kid running around, and i'm like 'oh, hey! hm. let's get you a room so you can change.' he gets room nine. in the process of taking him and his kid back, i pass through this massive conference room that's just a larger version of the color darkroom, and filled with unused electronics that i want to take. there's also a meeting that had recently been in progress. we get to his room, and he's fine, and then i head out to check out the electronics. it's kind of reminiscent of goodwill. then i ask my dad why he doesn't have these people spend the night anymore, and it's because they all persuade each other not to buy extra pictures, so he ends up not making any money.
and that's all i remember.
i'm working at the studio, which is now also a sort of bed-and-breakfast thing. maybe so people from out of town can come and get their pictures taken and have an affordable place to stay. I was checking people in. I think i checked an Indian man into room 9. There were two keys for each room, and they were made somewhat out of the room number. for exampe, room 8 was like.... 8---- anywho, everything's going pretty normally until kevin phelps comes in. naked. with his non-existant kid.
so, he's just kind of sitting on the floor smiling, trying to hide his nakedness as best he can and his kid running around, and i'm like 'oh, hey! hm. let's get you a room so you can change.' he gets room nine. in the process of taking him and his kid back, i pass through this massive conference room that's just a larger version of the color darkroom, and filled with unused electronics that i want to take. there's also a meeting that had recently been in progress. we get to his room, and he's fine, and then i head out to check out the electronics. it's kind of reminiscent of goodwill. then i ask my dad why he doesn't have these people spend the night anymore, and it's because they all persuade each other not to buy extra pictures, so he ends up not making any money.
and that's all i remember.