Ink
I dreamt that I had a tattoo -- not a little one, but a big one, a big bold warm-coloured tattoo that extended up the left side of my torso from just above my hip to midway up my neck. It was brightly-coloured and yellow-orange mostly, and the tones warmed up my cold-tinted skin. It was some sort of vaguely-but-not-tackily-Asian motif, very stylized, with bold black outlines and colour shading in place of fine detail.
In my dream I was very surprised, because (both there and here) I've always thought that people with heavy tattooing can never really be naked -- because their self-representation is inked into their very skin, they never lose that shedding of assumed identities which is metaphorically implicit in the act of removing clothes. To me, that's not a positive thing. But my dream-tattoo, even if it was a shock, looked very cool... maybe someday when tattoos have no social stigma attached to them but my skin is still nice. heh. maybe not.
Oh, and Jenny -- you were there too. And you had loads of separate medium-sized tattoos :)
In my dream I was very surprised, because (both there and here) I've always thought that people with heavy tattooing can never really be naked -- because their self-representation is inked into their very skin, they never lose that shedding of assumed identities which is metaphorically implicit in the act of removing clothes. To me, that's not a positive thing. But my dream-tattoo, even if it was a shock, looked very cool... maybe someday when tattoos have no social stigma attached to them but my skin is still nice. heh. maybe not.
Oh, and Jenny -- you were there too. And you had loads of separate medium-sized tattoos :)