My subconsious is telling me to do more photos again.

I was at some weird hotel with jenny andmy family.  I was looking through the drawers and came across some forgotten camera gear that I had no reservations about taking for my own.  There was an f/1.3L 30mm and two canon cameras that were really bizarre.  One took 3d pictures with a combination of 35mm film and digital, the other was an ultra compact slr.  All the settings were on the front of the camera as bars, i don’t even know where the lens was supposed to attach.  On the way back Jenny and I had separate cars and I tried to keep sight of her the entire way back.  I lost her at one point though and came to a part where I had to pull my car over a canyon on a thik cable.  I hadn’t buildt up the momentum to simlpy coast across, so I had to actually reach out of the window and pull.  This pissed off the guy behind me, who asked if I was drunk.  I explained I wasn’t going fast enough to go up the line and he got all bent out of shape and asked why i didn’t help george jmup his car.  I didn’t know george, so I said I didn’t see him or own cables.  Jenny wasn’t ta the house wehn I first got there but I think showed up eventuallyafter trying to call her over and over.