I had a crazy fucking dream last night and if there are any psychologists or specialists in dream analysis out there I’d appreciate some insight.

I was in the apartment I grew up in, which was the catering company I’ve been working for over the past three years and it was where Charlton Heston was going to make a zombie movie, starring me and some blond I’ve never seen before. There some some conversation about lighting, actor direction and blocking of the set.

But then I remembered we still had to make food for a bunch of catering jobs. While working out production details, I pointed out to Charlton that I didn’t know how to use a gun so he should take me to a shooting range. He and the blond laughed at me like it was the craziest thing they’d ever heard. I pointed out that they didn’t want someone who had to kill zombies by shooting them in the head to do it wrong while the camera was rolling.

Then we noticed the time and realized we were behind on a ton of catering that had to go out in a few hours. Me and the blond made food fast.

All I could think of is how I was going to light the fucking apartment/restaurant/set.

Now I suspect part of that dream is because all I think about lately is light. This is even more prevalent since I’ve been doing it for 12 hours a day while working as a combo 2nd camera assistant and gaffer (after the original choice of gaffer found something better to do) and sometimes production photographer on a 35mm feature period film being shot in Tucson.

It would be difficult enough to do one of those jobs in the real world. I took on two because one of them needed to be done and I couldn’t stop myself from doing it.

So now I dream of Charlton Heston laughing at me because I don’t know how to properly shoot zombies in the head while still doing catering and creating a plan for lighting the tiny set.