Working...

In my dreams.  No, I don't think I'm subconsciously wanting to be working.  The last year or so, I've had dreams about working.  Some might call that nightmares.  ;-)  I've enjoyed the jobs/careers I had over the years; discounting the more typical odd jobs, my careers have come down to 3 themes: singer/musician, photographer, boat captain.  Interesting how one morphed into another, but that is the topic for another post (or book).

Last night, I combined two jobs: musician and photographer.  The setting was a formal dance (I don't think it was a prom, but something similar) - I was playing in the band... we all had matching red vests.  Then, during the band's break, we went over to a background and photographed couples.  Then, back to making music.  Not much of a "break" if you keep working.

And, when this dream stuff happens, I am tired the next morning.  This workin' stuff is exhausting.

;-)