I had a dream last night I was in some sort of school setting and there were photographs being presented of the Crimean Wars, not the ones from the 1800s but the new ones. the photographs were there and they slowly vanished as I looked at them. there were 30×40″contact sheets of nothing but scraps of paper and octopus.
I walked with the teacher to his car. he slowly changed from an able bodied person to a someone who used two crutches to walk. we strolled through a jungle of obstacles, a war zone, urban blight, and a field when we arrived he no longer needed the crutches. he removed the tarp from his model t ford and hand cranked the engine to start. he got in and drove off I watched him leave and had no idea where I was.