Last night I dreamed I just started driving. I think I made it halfway to Kansas City. Somewhere in Missouri or Kansas I saw some incredible scenery. There was a wagon sitting in a golden field. For some reason I stopped just over the hill at what looked to be a farmhouse and small store. As I walked through the store, I saw that they were remodeling. Their menu signs were laid on the counter. I laid down my camera in another room and started asking the owners some questions. As I was walking around I went back to where my camera and tripod was sitting. The camera had been knocked off and the tripod and the light filter lense had been broken. It was one of the kids who had done it. And the parents weren’t going to own up to it until I confronted them about it.
Maybe its saying that I am very protective of my camera and I’m upset when people don’t claim responsibility for wrong actions.