Last night I dreamed that I had bought a second-hand Rolleiflex TLR. I don't quite know why this sleep-time was wasted on such things, but I suppose it's better than those other dreams that haunt me about old cars that I have let go and now wish that I still owned.
Fortunately, erotic dreams no longer seem to come calling - whew!, were those ever a waste of time and energy.
Anybody else out there have useless dreams that lead nowhere, and appear to have come from that same place?
;-(
