Dream, dream, dream

I had to write it here,

I dreamed that I was on my parent's bed, with a kind of object that seemed to be a video camera. At first, I was trying to know how it works, and after a few tries, I noticed that it was a Polaroid camera. Then, I started to watch the photos that were at the camera but I saw videos. I saw fragments about my uncle Serop, fragments in wich he was happy and smiling in a kind of familiar reunion. After that, I felt so happy to watch him... And I thought that the camera would be my treasure..
I liked having that dream, but I'd would liked much to have that camera with all those memories inside.