One worrying thing that sometimes happens in my dreams is that I am on a gig and don‘t use my photographic equipment properly. I can’t say this comes from any real experience that I have had, but think it probably is a twisted representation of being out of the business for so long, and feeling redundant. I suppose all old people must have these sorts of emotions stored away somewhere, just waiting for the opportunity to burst out and hurt. Another one is where against all common sense, I leave the camera case unattended somewhere, and of course, never see it again.
Another dream that frequently makes its appearance concerns the car: I park it in some strange place and it’s not there when I go back for it. I am never able to decide if the place is the right place or not, or whether the car has been stolen, instead. Also, I’m usually driving one of my cars from long ago - often the little Fiat X1/9 that I had for a short while. Lanzarote also plays a rôle: I dream that I’m driving along a high ridge beside the sea, and simply turn off right and into space. So far, I never have reached the ocean. I’d rather not. Associated with that sea dream, is the one where I am driving in surf, hopping the car from one handy boulder to another - always in a black car. These car dreams have been around for decades.
