I had the most incredibly vivid and unusual dream last night. I was in a building that was really narrow, but quite tall and with a number of floors. The sort of old building you might find wedged in between other larger buildings in a big city. I was climbing the stairs and there were these half levels made up of landings and short groups of steps, and off these landings were little bedsit type rooms. It was like it was some sort of boarding house. Each room had a tiny metal single bed in it, a handbasin and a chair. Everything was faded and covered in dust, the wallpaper was faded and peeling a bit and the entire place looked like it had been boarded up since the 1940s.
While I was wandering around I was aware that there was a wrecking crew outside preparing to demolish the building. The building itself was slightly creepy, but the main thing I remember is being really annoyed at myself for not having my camera with me. I was trying to figure out if I had time to go and get it and get back before the building was torn down. To record it all before it was gone.
So, a bit weird there. Maybe the darker recesses of my psyche are like a dusty boarding house of empty rooms? (Possible.)
I think the main message is that I feel like I've lost my photography mojo of late. I'm pleased with the photos I took this past weekend, but I haven't been shooting much and not even hanging out on Flickr like I used to. I guess these things ebb and flow naturally, but I think the message I'm taking from this dream is that maybe there's an empty space where the enjoyment of taking photos used to be.