Gee, the dreams I had last night were about murderous poltergeists leaping out of trash piles in derelict buildings and strangling people. Totally cliché, but when they're your problem, it really stinks.
I did have a nice dream about bicycling and photographing stuff with LF, though. But I don't remember what film I used. At least the holders were loaded, and the light was good.
This reminds me one of the greatest scenes of cinema ever written, shall I say designed, which still makes me cry like a baby when I see it:
Originally Posted by Helinophoto
e se non piangi, di che pianger suoli?*
* And weep'st thou not, what art thou wont to weep at? (Dante, Inferno, Canto XXXIII)