I dreamt that I was with an old lover complete with the frustrating dynamics of our relationship and he was infuriating me as usual.

And a completely different thought...
Every few months or so, I regret the time or 2 when I did a big clean up/starting over and threw out negatives that I thought were useless or bad. The cleanup had more to do with artistic merit than about lovers, although images of some (only some) did get tossed. Many self portraits and other experiments where I used friends got tossed out. I didn't think that they reached a certain standard and considered them studentish. I only kept what I thought I would need or considered good enough to print. I now wish I had that visual diary of my life and artistic evolution.

I remember being angry with a lover and had some 5x7 photos of him. I took great satisfaction in tearing the photos into little bits and throwing them out of my 3rd story bedroom window. I knew that this was safe behavior as long as I kept the negatives.

While throwing the little bits of paper, a funny image came into my head of me pulling a photo from special tall pile of photos printed just for the purpose of tearing up everytime I became angry with this person.