I am with a woman professor who teaches dream work. After her lecture, I go with her to her office. We talk. I tell her about Toko-pa’s book. The professor doesn’t listen and is not into talking about dream work. We start to leave. I see that the professor has a canon camera like mine as well as a long lens. I tell her that it is my lens. I take it and then realize it isn’t my lens because there is a flash at the end of the lens and I don’t have a flash. I ask her if that works well and she says yes.
Later, I realize I left my purse in the professor’s office. I go back and look around and can’t find it. (not my waking life purse). I can’t remember what my purse looked like. I find a smaller, tan colored purse and pick that up. I think maybe the professor picked mine up by mistake.
When I leave a male professor comes into the office. I ask him to lock up.
Feeling: unseen, disappointed, sad
Don’t be sad, Bonnie. You are the professor of dream work.
She has your purse and you have hers. That seems to confirm it, in addition to my own opinion about your gift.
I wonder why we have both dreamt about your camera.