Super 8 on the brain

Last night I dreamed I was about to shoot some super 8 film. I was holding the cartridge in my hand, and began to break the plastic lip that informs the camera if the cartridge is color or black and white. I had color film, but the plastic wasn't notched so i had to break it the way you would break the record tab on a cassette. Super 8 is on my brain and filling my subconsious.