Tattoo
Ahh! I just remembered the last dream I had, and how interesting it was. My memory was actually jogged by this icon, from my DJ.
In my dream I got this tattooed on my own neck, this skull and cross bones. I got it on a whim, and it was sexy looking, although the ink was appeared sketchy in some place. That is, some parts of it had not been inked in completely, but it gave it a light, hallowed-out, as-if-it-were-appearing-before-your-eyes look.
After I received it, though, I sort of panicked. The prospect of it being there forever, so visible--and what if I needed to do something or go some place that it would be truly inappropriate?--scared me.
But I liked it.
This dream comes because yesterday, as I walked in the cold towards the library with nothing in mind, I saw one of the many tattoo parlors near my apartment and considered for a moment simply waltzing in and getting one done right there then. What stopped me was only the thought of my sister, and how I promised I'd wait for her.
ETA: FOR FUN.
In my dream I got this tattooed on my own neck, this skull and cross bones. I got it on a whim, and it was sexy looking, although the ink was appeared sketchy in some place. That is, some parts of it had not been inked in completely, but it gave it a light, hallowed-out, as-if-it-were-appearing-before-your-eyes look.
After I received it, though, I sort of panicked. The prospect of it being there forever, so visible--and what if I needed to do something or go some place that it would be truly inappropriate?--scared me.
But I liked it.
This dream comes because yesterday, as I walked in the cold towards the library with nothing in mind, I saw one of the many tattoo parlors near my apartment and considered for a moment simply waltzing in and getting one done right there then. What stopped me was only the thought of my sister, and how I promised I'd wait for her.
ETA: FOR FUN.