Interesting dream
I’m sure at least some of this is resulting from having attended the deviantArt Summit this weekend, but I had an odd dream just before waking this morning.
I was attending a professional photographers event in a theater type of forum. I barely qualified in the dream… something about being published but only once or twice, still trying to make it in the business. Before long, Madonna comes on stage to perform. One of the stipulations of her performance was that there be no flash photography, so all these professional have cheap automatics out, or are suppressing the flash of their big pro cameras. Me, I’m trying to watch the show. One or two people near me screw up and pop off a couple of flashes; Madonna immediately stops the show, no word at all, and walks off stage. The pros around me start giving this one guy a hard time, and he just looks sick, all the while saying “I swear I turned it off”. A couple of people make comments about how to be sure you actually turn off the flash.
I make my way outside to be away from the ruckus. Out in the parking lot I actually see Madonna and some of her people getting loaded onto her tour bus. She’s just standing around talking while the equipment gets loaded. Uncharacteristically bold, I walk up to her casually and say “Sorry about those guys in there.”
She looks at me and with a wry smile says, “Sorry about the swag.” I look down and realize she’s talking about the cheaply designed t-shirt I’m wearing from the event. I chuckle and say “Well, you can’t always win.”
She looks me over for a second, then says “I’ve got another gig in (some other town), would you like to tag along?” I think it over for just half a second. (Think it over? Definitely a dream.)
“I’d love to.” I pause a moment. “Would you mind if I shoot along the way?” She smiles and says, “Sure, knock yourself out.”
“And can I use flash if I have too…?” She hesitates, and I add “…keeping in mind that I hate shooting low-light flash.”
Madonna agrees, and I’m about to walk on the bus when I suddenly realize I’m leaving without my laptop. I run back to get it. For some reason it’s “downloading” pictures from this old manual film camera I have, one where the focus consists of lining up the top and bottom half of the shot in the viewfinder… Fortunately, it’s just finishing up, so I gather up my stuff, and off we go as the dream ends.