I was working at Wendy’s or a similar fast-food restaurant, at least at the beginning of the dream, but I wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about it like I’d be in real life, perhaps because it was a part-time side job I was doing between classes or something. I don’t know. It was certainly a college town I was living in and I worked in the back, doing stock or something, where I wouldn’t be seen by the general public.<\/p>\n
In any case, there was a police officer who worked there also, presumably as a security guard. We were in a dark room, perhaps a conference room of sorts, when he asked me to take a picture of him. He said it was for his mother, his wife, his daughter or some other female in his immediate or extended family. I said okay and he handed me his phone. It was a “smart” phone, most likely an Android or iPhone.<\/p>\n
I told him that he should let me do it with my camera because I could make it look professional. His reply was basically that he just wanted a quick photo, nothing fancy, to show the family member because they’d get a kick out of it. I don’t know if it was his haircut, the way he was sitting in the chair, or what, but he implied that there was something funny or special about the way he was looking at the moment.<\/p>\n
I think that’s when I got a page from a supervisor on the overheard speaker, asking me to call or come somewhere. I immediately walked over to a phone and called them, saying I was on my way. I think one of the seemingly two people on the phone when I called was Rick, a supervisor from a different real-life job. He said okay and seemed to be about to say something else when I hung-up the phone.<\/p>\n
I said okay to the police officer as or shortly before I started to frame his image on the screen, trying to figure-out if I should do it vertically and include his whole body as most people probably would or horizontally and cut off his legs, following the so-called rule of thirds, as my video experience taught me to do. I wanted to do the latter, but it wasn’t a video and I figured he’d prefer a standard vertical shot. <\/p>\n
I also wondered if he wanted me to take one single photo or a few different ones to pick from. I didn’t want to ask him because I didn’t want to make the situation any more complicated than I’d already had. So I made-up my mind to just start shooting, but the room was too dark. So I started to open the blinds or curtains for sunlight until he stopped me and said that the darkness is what made it funny. <\/p>\n
I think that’s when I awoke.<\/p>\n
2015 August 25<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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