A dream

Okay so I had a wacked out dream I wanted to share with the blogosphere.
It was really weird, I was going to this lady's house who was really really rich to take pictures of her two little girls.
The youngest one's name was MTV and the older one...well, I don't remember but it was weird too.
Anyway, it was taking forever because they wanted to pick out their own outfits and it was getting dark outside...so I was trying to help but I couldn't figure out which size fit which child.
This has happened to me in real life before, and it's no fun....figures.
I was trying to psych them out about getting their pictures taken but...it was all just not going well.
Anyway, so I wander through the house and it's big and weird and perfect for taking pictures of kids, and I believe I've got my new camera and it's really heavy.
Suddenly, there's this party going on in the house and I'm eating these big puffy cookies with cream all inside, and I figure it's not stealing because it's a party and they're just laying everywhere.
I saw a waiter cut into the cookie and slice it like it was a cake and I kind of wondered if I was being a hog and eating it the wrong way.
Then I walk up to the housekeeper who is behind the bar, and I have a mission.
"I've got that new Paul McCartney book," I tell her.
She nods black marketly but...nothing happens.
I think I got the mission wrong.
I run back to my compadres in the other room, "What was I supposed to do? Give her a book?!"
"No!" they tell me, "We left a plate that's worth alot of money outside the house, you give it to her in exchange for the book."
"Ooooh, okay, got it."
So I go back to the housekeeper but she's no longer behind the bar.
There is, however, a door open behind the bar.
I walk through the door and there's this back room where she and a few other people are standing.
"I've got a plate that's worth alot of money, I'll give it to you for the book."
She nods black marketly again and she and the others turn and start digging through stuff.
She hands me a huge binder and says, "It's a transcript from the recordings, so there are some typos, you know...after the semi colons and stuff."
I nod. Of course this is true.
Then she hands me aNOTHER huge binder and I kind of wonder what this book is.
I open up the second one and I all of the sudden start hearing this recording.
It's George Harrison's voice and he's saying, "When Paul died, there wasn't much we could do. We couldn't carve a new face on Mount Rushmore..."
My mouth fell open out of my head, "OH MY GOSH!"
Then me and my compadres started getting freaked out.
We knew someone would try to kill us since we had this.
We ran outside and I was trying to find my shoes, which I must have taken off before.
Then, I guess I woke up.

I realized where it all came from though, I was looking at photography websites and stewing over photography related stuff. Then I was flipping through The Flair app. on Facebook and I saw one that said "Paul is...dead?" or something.
Then I was looking at information about my camera online right before I went to sleep.
So it actually made perfect sense that I had this dream.
Very Wizard of Oz like really.