dreams revealed.

i had a dream of a picture album. Just like those Kodak's of the past.
Upon opening them, there were pictures which were never taken in my life, people I've known and seen, places - some to which I've seen myself in and some where never have my feet walked upon.

As the glossy covers flip and the many faces and phenomenas of the past are seen, I cross between the different realities of me.

Have I been a good friend, a good lover, a good person ?