Disappearing Photos

Two nights in a row I have seen wonderful sights in my dreams, and I tried to photograph of them on a (dream) iPhone. First was a wonderful vista in which orange sunlight flooded over the horizon onto a neon-pink oriental megacity.

Second was of a peculiar pink insect with strange biomechanical proboscis that made a sound like a sped up conversation. On both occasions, my reflexive instinct was to reach for my iPhone to try and photograph them. And on both occasions, I then looked at the imaginary iPhoto app to see the photos were gone.