Once in a while, my nocturnal strolls come out of nowhere.
Case in point: Saturday afternoon. I should note that when you work all night, afternoons are prime sleep time.
I had a dream that I was talking with Rush Limbaugh about weekend/vacation homes in Massachusetts, and I asked how long it took him to travel there from New York. Rush replied about three hours. Rush's vacation home was in a rather crowded development, and that surprised me. It wasn't some solitary home way up in the mountains, away from civilization.
After I left Rush, I wandered through some strange and exotic city. It wasn't foreign because everyone there spoke English. There were some things I wanted to photograph, but I didn't have my camera. Considerable time was spent in stores, looking for disposable models. I couldn't find one.
Yeah, I can't figure it out, either.
