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Tuesday 13 February 2007
the dust storm

i had this weird dream last night

i was out in the desert, coming out of a small building in a small city. everyone started running in all directions as a huge cloud of sand kicked up and rolled towards us. i managed to scramble into a building with a long wall of glass doors that were slowly closing and leaving people outside to fend for themselves. men were shooting people trying to get in, while most of the people inside seemed nonchalant about what was going on and went about lounging around looking out at the now cloudy brown view.

i walked further into the building to discover a kitchen that was about 5 storeys high, and laid out on long silver metal tables was plates and plates of raw chicken. it was being prepared to be served, but at the same time it was our ration while inside from the dust storm. it was like a futuristic kitchen stadium. in the dream, i didn't have a camera with me so i proceeded to squint my eyes and use my fingers as the frame to shoot within. i even made the shutter sound as i 'took the photo' of the rows of chicken.

it was strange. very vivid. kinda like a sliders episode but with chicken and photography.