Camera Dreaming?

[Doug]

Someone mentioned dreaming about the Fuji X100. Not daydreaming but asleep dreaming. Dreaming cameras may be more common than we think. What camera do you dream about; an M3, a Bessa II, a Nikon D3X or an M9? Do you dream of Android phones or electric sheep?

 

[oftheherd]

I don't recall ever dreaming about a camera. I seriously doubt I would dream of a camera I don't have but want. I prefer SLR over RF, at least in 35mm. And I have all I need in MF and LF RF. But who knows?

 

[al1966]

I dream of photographs untaken but not cameras,

 

[wolfpeterson]

I think I had a dream where I had a Bessa III, but the dream wasn't really about the camera.

 

[Sonnar Brian]

Closer to Electric Sheep.

Embedded firmware.

 

[v_roma]

I've dreamt of missing shots. Street photography, when I can do it, is my preferred genre so missed shots are par for the course.

 

[Pickett Wilson]

Interesting. I really had never thought about it, but over the 50 years I've been obsessed with photography, I can't remember ever dreaming about photography or cameras. Maybe I chose the wrong obsession! 😉

 

[tapesonthefloor]

I dream about photography endlessly, but only occasionally remember the camera itself. The dreams usually center around really fundamental studies in the framing of three-dimensional objects on 2d planes. I had to rewrite that sentence a bunch of times and it still means nothing. Sigh. I'm better at dreaming it than I am at explaining it, it seems.

I can definitely remember holding the following cameras in dreams, though: Olympus Pen FV (which I had just bought), a CV Bessa R3A (which I considered buying), Leica M6 (which was an Ein Stück that I borrowed for a couple days and was endlessly paranoid about losing/dropping/breaking to the extent that I'd wake up in cold sweats and have to go check and make sure it was still safe), Lomo Diana F+ (which joined me for a psychedelic hippie-fest dream wherein I ran around catching sunshine and butterflies and each photograph was a living, breathing world).

Oh, and this, from the other day (sorry about the tweet... it's just very timely):

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tapesonthefloor: I had a vivid dream I was shooting with a Leica iiif and trying to get the hang of its separate view/rangefinder: http://t.co/E1x71X1 /nerd
11-02-06 10:19 AM

I was as unsure in my dream as I am awake that I'd ever get used to a iii's viewfinder situation.

So, yep. Cameras in dreams.

 

[wlewisiii]

So are all the aperture leaves brown now while the winter skies are grey????

 

[Juan Valdenebro]

Once. My mother's father (dead, never used a camera) came home to give me a gift, and he was dressed like an SS member: a Leica III. I was very very happy in my dream. So I decided to buy my Barnack.

I have never dreamed I am shooting.

Cheers,

Juan

 

[Doug]

This morning I have one; typically I only remember a dream if I wake up part way through, so it is fragmentary.

I was sitting talking to an acquaintance; he was at his desk and I was sitting in front of the desk. I happened to notice a camera and detached lens sitting on his desk over to the side among other items. I said that's my camera isn't it, and picked it up. Yes, I was very familiar with this camera, so I started to mount the lens.

The camera had a very bulgy shape, with a big built-in grip and other bulges on the front. The lens was bayonet mount but didn't twist to lock. Instead there was an opening in the bottom below the lens mount with a chain sticking through. One grasped the chain with forefinger and thumb and the opening allowed manipulating the chain to turn a trapped collar, I guess threaded, so that it secured the lens from the inside.

But it wouldn't tighten the lens, the collar just kept turning and turning, and it was frustrating with only the chain to work with.

As I was doing this we were talking about the repair order. I must have brought the camera to him for service. But he explained that there were too many things requested on the service; he could (or was allowed) to do only 4 repair items, whereas I'd asked for more. So, not knowing which 4 to do, he'd done none.

There was no more, as my cat tickled my face with her whiskers, time to get up.