Tuesday, July 04, 2006
I shall borrow an idea from Neko about documenting dreams. Just because this totally bemused me. I woke up today rather tired and dreary. I usually get charged enough to get out of bed by the fourth snooze alarm. But this morning, I was extremely groggy. And slowly, the memory of the dream crept in.
It was a dark room, lit with a hint of blue. Light was streaming from a panel of windows. There was this day-bed kind of sofa or was it one of those long lounge things. Anyway, Chips was asleep on it. Then I turn my head and see this woman drawing a stencil on my leg. I think it was on my thigh (towards my knee). She was drawing on it with a red Crayola marker. The design was kind of intricate, with swirls and lines and all. She was almost done and I thought, wait a minute - if I get the tattoo here, it's going to be horridly disturbing if I'm in shorts. Gasp! What more if I was in a bikini?!?? This cannot be! So I get up and find the apparent "head" of this tattoo studio. I wonder why the opening scene was dark when now it's nice and sunny. Anyway, I decide to have the tattoo behind my neck, almost between the shoulderblades. It was a round celtic design, similar to the Charmed logo.
And then I wake. And it was weird. I touched the back of my neck. Ok. It was just a dream.
dezphaire strapped in @ 10:30 AM
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