A Story About Shooting

Blogger, after some down-time, is baaaack!
Yay!
I thought about starting a wordpress blog, (I do have a wordpress blog, it's empty-ish and sad, so don't go there), buuuuut, well, I'm loyal to blogger still.

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Last night I had a fantastic dream.
I dreamt that someone had stolen my camera.
Wow, fannnntastic.
This someone didn't like the fact that I was shooting in the woods. (shooting pictures of course, but my dreams were feeling punny last night)

It was a clear, beautiful day. I was in a secluded forest, happily shooting things.
Someone ran up, snatched my camera from me, and vanished. They yelled, "no more shooting!" and looked at me indignantly before they vanished.
I was distressed.
Utterly bummed that someone could be so heartless.

...what a dream, eh?
It gets better, I promise.
So, I was bemoaning the fact I had my camera stolen, and trying to figure a way to find the camera-snatcher. I wandered about the woods.
As I did, I almost stepped on something.
I looked down, and I saw a long tube. A long black metal tube.
I picked it up.
It was an ultra-zoom lens! Ahhmaazzzing.
I still didn't have a camera, but as I kept walking, I found more and more camera components.
 Eventually I had collected an amazing assortment of pro shooting apparatuses and a fantastical camera.

Kind of a pointless dream, but it made me happy, and I woke up thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I could find those woods again, I could amass some pure awesomeness.
Maybe.

That's me. In the woods. Shooting something.