I have another hour of sleep I need to/want to get, but needed to get this dream down before it slips away. I don’t remember exactly what was going on, but I was qwalking alongside many houses to my right, sloped front yard leading down into the sidewalk, road. They were nice houses, and the last one, after which the setting turned into a heavily city like area, had a girl sitting on the front lawn with some leafs and had some ice cream (makes no sense, but that how I remember it) and I knew right away that she was going to take a picture of herself. She was in a dress, kind of messed up intentionaly for this shot, and possibly had some of the fake blood on it, but I cannot remember either way. I immediately ran over and offered to take the picture, so instead of holding the camera out herself and taKing it, she handed the camera to me and then lay right down on the sloped ground there, pretending to be dead. I did something and a litle line of blood trekled down the leafs and stuff there. I lay down, and angled the camera from the blood and leafs to her. Kind of a beauty in death, or death of beauty, kind of deal. Didn’t have time to get the shot, her father ran out and yelled about me being some strange boy, etc. Took her inside, and I said I’ll see you later, or something similar. She and her father’s backs were turned when I saw a younger girl with long hair who I just knew to be that girl’s sister. She shrugged her shoulders, and I did the same, and I walked off. From that point on I thought of the setup with papers neatly intwined, and possible some kind of ice cream. the original girl had brown hair as I recall, but all else is vague to me now. I knew she was beautiful. Can’t recall the specifics at the moment.
Anyway, then I walked off. Can’t remember what happened, I do remember being worried that I’d get mugged. Oh, and this seemed to be at night. My dream setting wasn’t terrible definitive about that point, but stuff was lit up like it was getting pretty dark. But it wasn’t dark at ground level… It’s weeud.
When walking back through an alleyway to the city setting of the above, I bumped into some kid and he siad it was alright in a way that made me say there are college kids here. I looked to my right and saw someone I knew and dstincively knew he was making fun of me. We had an ackward pause stare-down (almost in a joking sense though, as I sometimes do with people), and I moved on. His hair, I remember, was a lightly yellow white, streaked up and stuff. It looked funky.
That’s all I can remember, pretty much.
Never actually was able to fall back asleep, unfortunatly. Anyway, as for the asking for permission to take the photo part; I just knew I wanted to do so and walked over and the rest was automatic, as if it was all automatic. [edit: wow, I really must be tired today] Not quite telepathic, because the issue of permission was never really handled at all, in any way. It was all just kind of understood.