Dream Journal
It was a warm, late summer day, and there was a wedding being held in the field behind my parents’ shop. I wore a long skirt and was enjoying the festivities. When the reception was over, I headed back for my parents’ house.
There were so many cars parked next to the shop that in one place only one person could squeeze through. I was behind Jami, a classmate from high school, and had to considerably slow my pace while waiting for her to move through the small space. After I went through, I caught up with her and told her that the reception was over and the ceremony would start as soon as everyone made it to his or her seats.
I ran to the bottom door of the house and went inside the basement. I took the stairs two at a time and dashed into the room Melissa and I had shared to grab my camera. There I saw Simon (of minor9th.com) and three others lying on the two beds, talking and laughing.
I asked Simon if I could use his digital camera for the ceremony. He thought he might want to take a couple of pictures himself, and didn’t want to be without a camera. He swung his legs off of the twin bed, bent into his sack and removed his digital camera.
His camera was really small and sleek: it was perhaps two inches wide and five inches long. It was also shiny silver, and I thought it beautiful. The other three people also had digital cameras, but none were as nice as Simon’s. I found my camera, and was embarrassed that it was black and looked like a regular 35mm camera.
I went back outside and ran up by the chicken coop. In the chicken yard a set of bleachers had been set up facing the coop; the bleachers were nearly full. I stood at the bottom with my camera looking up for someone that I couldn’t find.