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I Found The Best Place To Buy A Digital Camera
Would you know where to look, to get the top digital camera, at the best price? Most people don't. And if you did, would it be the same place tomorrow, or next week? Technology and the web are growing at such a rapid pace, that opportunities for consumers are changing every day.
But, that could also be said of the the real world as well. When looking for the best digital camera store, the smart consumer will leverage both the world of bricks and the world of clicks to get true value for their dollar.
We're going to say away from the whole ultra tiny "James Bond" type spy camera stuff for now, so you'll have to read elsewhere if you want to keep tabs on that wandering spouse of yours. I digress.
Online is a great place for price comparison shopping. There are literally hundreds of sites, that do nothing buy compare prices for every make and model of digital camera available. Armed with these prices the informed consumer has a definite advantage when they visit their local digital camera store.
There are quite a few to choose from in this category, as all the big manufacturers like to play in this retail sandbox. Canon, Sony, Nikon, Pentax, Olympus and Kodak all have some nice models here. One of the most popular, has to be the Canon SD1000 Digital Elph Camera.
It's been the number one ultra compact with many of the online retailers for some time now. The Olympus Stylus 790SW brings an interesting twist to this niche with a freeze proof, water proof, and shock proof camera. As if that wasn't enough, it's also available in black, lime, blue, orange, and boring old silver. Its not only tough but fun too.
I personally like the idea of taking your own memory cards with you when you go. That way, you can take your pictures home with you, print them out, load them up on your computer, or view them on that big honkin' HD LCD you bought yourself for Christmas.
Once you've done this with a few worthy cameras, you should get a pretty good idea of which camera has the best image quality. It's nice to be able to make that comparison without the pressure of a salesperson looking over your shoulder.
The internet and the real world both have advantages and disadvantages when it comes to buying your next digital camera. The best digital camera store, is really the one your create, by merging the best characteristics of both the bricks and the clicks universe.
Savvy consumers really know how to use all the shopping opportunities to their advantage. Time to buy that perfect digital camera, and start taking pictures
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I had to shorten my analysis a lot because Yahoo Answers doesn't like long replies…
I see all dreams as stories about elements of eternal life, so with that in mind…
> It starts off with me and a relative on the top floor of a
> mini museum building.
This "waking life" is like a museum. Nothing we do matters here, not a thing. It doesn't matter what you do, what you don't do, what you say, or what you don't say. Eternal life is coming, period.
Coming here to this temporary existence, for me, is a lot like feeling I'm on a sort of hellish vacation. That you have an "uncle" who walks out could be a symbol of mercy from this type of existence.
Eternal life is adventurous, and would seem dangerously adventurous to people like us mortals who can't handle too much adventure. The "they" are the sense of those beings (even in a fuzzy, ideological form) are coming to teach us how to live forever and live as they do.
> I added 'again' because this is a reoccurring dream.
Yes, probably trying to drill this eternal life message into you.
> So I'm waiting in my room. And THEY don't come for me.
That's much like what it is. They often don't come when you expect them to, nor do they really do what it seems like they were saying they were going to do when they finally arrive.
> So I think I'm safe and I begin to leave my room. (I'm
> wearing a simple knee length sheer white dress, no shoes) I
> open my door to step out and I see them, walking around the
> corner to approach my room (my room is the end of the hall).
Surprise! That's also how they operate.
> I attempt to walk past them unseen, but that wasn't
> successful. The big, chubby one grabbed my waist like I was
> a football and began to haul me back to my room. The tall
> athletic one grabbed my arms so I didn't thrash around.
They were still aware of your paranoia under the surface and were trying to drag you back to a safe place to put you at ease so that….
> But he seemed familiar.
….this familiarity could come to the surface. That seeming familiarity is actually elements of yourself that you're already aware of. Symbolically link up some of your deepest fantasies into this sense of familiarity to see what ideas come to mind. Then explore those.
> I then managed to free my arms, grabbed onto the doorway,
> kicked free, kicked them both in the balls and ran for my
> life. I didn't know what I did wrong to get chased or
> murdered, but I did know that I couldn't die like that. I
> had to live.
These "entities" seem to like to make it a challenge to both find eternal life and maintain your sanity. Just know that your brain does believe these experiences are happening, thereby causing adaptations in your genetic code as you sleep.
> I ran past several room displays and came across a light
> blue 5 year old boy's room;
Interesting, too, the boy's bedroom. Even biblically speaking, to enter the kingdom, we must become as children again. I see human evolution coming to that at some point. Instead of looking older and older, we'll simply age to a certain point, then stop aging physically, while continuing to gain wisdom. It is eternal life, after all.
> red airplane hanging in a corner, clouds on the walls.
The red airplane is of interest. Hitler is often seen as a major antichrist, and he once said he was going to fly throught the clouds in an airplane and land where everyone could see him.
> I was about to enter that closet to hide till I looked down.
> a pair or feet with white socks poked out from underneath.
Yes, your inner child is still "in the closet", but your closet does have a "changing room" with a door you can go into and out of. Another hint of the coming changes for human beings and our bodies.
> So I went right through the small doorway, and ran into the
> extension of the room. There was nothing in this room(still
> a part of the boys decor scheme) except for the crawlspace
> door, cleverly hidden in a cloud. I crawled in, and held my
> breath.
Links back to the red airplane and the clouds. Holding your breath is interesting, because you were in the changing room, and when I feel such changes happening to me, I often feel the natural reaction of holding my breath, as if that helps brace me for such changes. But really it doesn't seem to do that much good. It just changes how these physically transformative changes manifest.
> I heard footsteps. then knocks on the wall from the bed
> side. then sterner knocks from the extended room side. I
> shifted my position, thinking they wouldn't hear me, then a
> screw rolled out from under me and made the loudest plink
> against the wall.
They were having fun with you again, knocking on the walls. The screw is indicative of some kind of sexuality, though not just your plain vanilla sex. The loud plink against the wall related to the knocking on the walls, and was meant to wake you up some more. Waking up isn't an "all at once" process, but seems to happen in stages or layers.
> I held my breath, pulse in my head, and then the wall above
> my head was punched out. I saw the tall athletic one
> without a noticeable face digging the wall out to get to me,
> debris and pieces of wood landing on me. then I saw his
> face. he was my boyfriend (we've been dating 2,5 years,
> almost 3!).
The dream was trying to build up your trust in the process in this point, by introducing some familiarity back into the scene.
> he didn't act like my boyfriend, if he knew it was me, why
> did he chase me?? anyway, I began to cry, still laying in
> the crawlspace, frozen. he just stared down at me, arm
> reaching over to grab mine and pull me out. before he
> grabbed mine, I calmly asked "do I first get a chance to
> explain myself?" he replied no.
Right. As I mentioned earlier, it doesn't matter what you did, what you said, who you did what to. There is no need to explain any of it. Eternal life is coming for all of us, and it both comes through dreams, as well as hallucinations and "hearing voices" while we're awake.
> at that point, I couldn't give a care as to what happened to
> me. I just gave up.
Yes, that's about what it's like! lol
> his hand came down on my upper arm and yanked me out. I was
> dropped/tossed to the ground. and I just laid there,
> waiting to die, my dress soaked in tears and dust.
That's about what my own daily life is like now… just waiting.
~this new twist on the ending of my dream~
> the guy who looked like my bf comes up to me and holds out a
> few red bead looking type things in his hand.
Red beads, red airplanes, recurring dream, like beads, each bead being another instance of the dream.
> "do you know what these are?"he asked. I look at them,
> confused at his actions and realize he was showing me a
> lethal injection poison in crystal form.
Yes, that makes sense. It feels like death chasing us, but in fact, we're pretty much already dead. The lethal injection looks like crystals because to those who are already living in death, any approaching death would actually be life. We are being resurrected, not killed, hence the crystal symbolism.
> "yes, why?" "well, someone shot them at my friend here," he
> points to the big guy who grabbed me like a football, "and
> now his hand is all disfigured. they attached to him like
> darts…" I examined his friend's hand and told him who
> created the crystal poison.
The crystal injection is immortality. We are essentially immortal now, but disfigured because we don't really believe that we can live forever yet. But that belief will grow as more dreams and intuition give more evidence of it.
> last thing I could remember was me being lifted onto my bf;s
> lap, him hugging me and saying sorry….
Yeah, there doesn't seem to be much that these dream entities can do to drill the truth into us. We just have to figure it out as we go along, but as each day passes, the potential for "getting it" seems to grow, thereby increasing the dynamics of experiences and dreams. But for me, the actual physically-redeeming changes seem to be operating more like clockwork than through will power.
Your boyfriend's apology was that element of trust reintroduced and his apology was for not being able to present a clearer dream. Our brains have some degree of control over what we can dream about, because our brains know what our bodies are physiologically capable of handling without short-ciruiting and simply dying on us. It's a self-preservation scheme. As your boyfriend said, "sorry", but that's the way it is. Knowing that, however, should give you some more mental wiggle room, I'd think.