ALL THEY ARE IS DUST IN THE WIND

I dream of cameras.
I had another dream containing me trying to take a picture of something, for the third time.
This month.
What?
What's with me and cameras these days?
And why am I never successful in getting a picture in my dream?
The first one was of a snake, the second of 5 rainbows, and last night it was a really pretty sky over the school.
Hmph.
Stwange.