Pictures Of My Dreams

The other night, I fell asleep as usual, with my phone tucked under my pillow.

Somehow, while I was sleeping, the camera was activated. Face down on my light blue sheets, this is the photo that was captured.

When I awoke, I discovered that this photo had somehow been uploaded to one of my editing apps, called 100 Cameras In 1.

{I know, I really ought to lock my phone at the end of the day, before I place an eight-hour phone call to Tokyo or transfer my entire bank balance to pay the electric bill.}

As I scrolled through 100 edited versions of my surprise photo, I was amazed their range and beauty.  I think these must be pictures of my dreams.

a child's shoes, swinging from the chair

where the thunderdome shook the earth

a gentle warmth in the dark of night

a glowing ember, lurking about

the sky wept in crimson waves

the smell of new fire

the sky was as blue as your eyes

all at once, the ghosts come back

the scars of the black forest

clouds of Jupiter

the holiday trip back home

we were too excited to finish eating

the moon was a different color that night

blue, your shirt and our mood

the morning smell of waffles

the clouds we shared that summer day

two birds talking in the morning