Gawd. Last night I had my first photographic dream. It happened in a darkroom and wasn't good. Everything was going wrong. Other than that I don't remember it.

When I was a karate instructor I used to get karate dreams. They were really bad, incredibly violent. A face would appear, somebody trying to kill me, and when I hit it as hard as I could, trying to make the head explode, my fist would turn to sawdust.