Dream Night of February 26th, 2008
I only remember bits and pieces of my dream, but I had several dreams. Last night my sleep was interrupted several times by my cat. She was getting into boxes and bags, scratching on the door, and chewing on things she shouldn’t. I shut the bedroom door so I could get some sleep, but of course she sat there and meowed and started to scratch the carpet and door. I really needed my sleep last night, because I trying to get rid of a cold. It’s times like these that I want to get rid of her.
I dreamed that my brother’s friend Cole marked a tattoo on my back. I said for him to choose something and he simply put the numbers 1-10 on my back in two lines. I believe the bottom line was 1-5 reading left to right and the top line was 6-10 reading left to right. I thought he chose that, because he thought I was smart and mechanical (unfeeling). I was angry, because I knew I would have to get rid of the tattoo, because I wanted my full-back covered with angel wings. I found out later that he had used a stencil to do them. There was a bandage over the tattoo and it was bleeding through the bandage and my shirt. I didn’t know what he had drawn until later.
I walk walking through the city with a bunch of little shop and the sun was shining. I thought to myself, it’d be nice to see someone I know. I had a feeling to keep looking and I saw my friend Tambi from college. We have lost contact since college, mostly by choice, because I can still contact her through MySpace. I saw Tambi and a bunch of other people I know standing in line at a sandwich shop or something. They told me they were going to a concert and most of them were in pairs. Zak, my ex-boyfriend (though I don’t really count him as a real ex-boyfriend), was in line. I didn’t really want to talk to him, because I thought it would be too soon after the break up. His roommate Nick said, why you don’t you take Jessica to the concert? Zak had an extra ticket. He said okay.
One of the people I recognized was Stacy Kirkpatrick. We were in the bathroom and I was surprised to see that she had tattoos as well. I thought she was a perfect Mormon girl. She had a tattoo of Strawberry Shortcake on her chest that she said was fading.
During one of the dreams I was fighting monsters on a stone stage with several other people. I remember at one point taking a steel bar and hitting something several times. I was using my baton knowledge to gain momentum before hitting them with the bar.
I know that my Mom was in the dream, but I can’t remember exactly what we did. I think she was in the store with me with possibly some of my other family members.
I dreamed that my brother’s friend Cole marked a tattoo on my back. I said for him to choose something and he simply put the numbers 1-10 on my back in two lines. I believe the bottom line was 1-5 reading left to right and the top line was 6-10 reading left to right. I thought he chose that, because he thought I was smart and mechanical (unfeeling). I was angry, because I knew I would have to get rid of the tattoo, because I wanted my full-back covered with angel wings. I found out later that he had used a stencil to do them. There was a bandage over the tattoo and it was bleeding through the bandage and my shirt. I didn’t know what he had drawn until later.
I walk walking through the city with a bunch of little shop and the sun was shining. I thought to myself, it’d be nice to see someone I know. I had a feeling to keep looking and I saw my friend Tambi from college. We have lost contact since college, mostly by choice, because I can still contact her through MySpace. I saw Tambi and a bunch of other people I know standing in line at a sandwich shop or something. They told me they were going to a concert and most of them were in pairs. Zak, my ex-boyfriend (though I don’t really count him as a real ex-boyfriend), was in line. I didn’t really want to talk to him, because I thought it would be too soon after the break up. His roommate Nick said, why you don’t you take Jessica to the concert? Zak had an extra ticket. He said okay.
One of the people I recognized was Stacy Kirkpatrick. We were in the bathroom and I was surprised to see that she had tattoos as well. I thought she was a perfect Mormon girl. She had a tattoo of Strawberry Shortcake on her chest that she said was fading.
During one of the dreams I was fighting monsters on a stone stage with several other people. I remember at one point taking a steel bar and hitting something several times. I was using my baton knowledge to gain momentum before hitting them with the bar.
I know that my Mom was in the dream, but I can’t remember exactly what we did. I think she was in the store with me with possibly some of my other family members.