Tattoo Me

Dreamed: Wednesday Night March 25

I don't remember much about this dream, but I do remember that I had a handful of rad tattoos. I've always respected a well-placed and interesting tattoo*, as long as it's on someone else. I don't have anything that I'm excited about enough, nor can I envision a part of my body that will not someday be fat or wrinkly or both and where I could happily nestle a tattoo. Would I be a small tattoo person? Small, cute, hardly any harm? Or would I be all gung-ho about it: if you're going to do it, do it! I'm not really sure, maybe that's part of the reason I don't have one. I'm just not bold enough.

But back to the dream. I was staying in some house, and I'm not sure if it was a friend's house or if I was like a vagabond or what (aren't dreams great that way?) but we all got up in the morning to compare tattoos for some reason. I was the only person who showed up for this ritual, however, so I found myself in the wood-floored hallway with the house dog (small, white, long hair, perky) taking a gander at my own tattoos.

I had about six and they were somehow tastefully placed around my body such that I didn't appear as the "girl with all those tattoos". I had gotten the designs to go in pairs. The pairs of similarly themed tattoos were each done in a certain style or color such that they were related but not the same. The only one I really remember was one all across my lower back, about 4" tall and 12" wide. It was a colorful drawing of horizontal lines with dots and stuff interspersed, somewhat resembling a music staff, but in a magical dreamy sort of way that makes things cooler than they could be in real life. It sort of makes me want a tattoo.

*Note that I equally despise and mock a poorly placed or badly planned tattoo. And I have lukewarm feelings about tattoos that seem all too common (e.x. the ubiquitous "tramp stamp").

Silver Sparkly Bikini

Dreamed: Sunday Night March 15

I was at something like a high school dance. It was taking place in the restaurant of the Bowling Alley (Holiday Bowl) where the tables had been removed and dim lighting now oozed through the room. There weren't many people there but everyone was dressed fancy; I was wearing a big coat. I realized it was rather warm in the room, so went to hang up my coat on a nearby coat rack. As I did so, I looked down to find myself in a sparkly silver bikini type get-up which was apparently supposed to be some sort of contemporary fashion statement. In the real world, I am most often the most conservatively dressed person in any and all situations, so I figured to myself that no one would notice my shimmering blunder. But alas, people did.

Strangers were whistling and saying complimentary but likely derogatory things to me as I walked by. I went to hang back out at whatever DJ or food table was in the center of the room with my "friends" (though I don't remember anyone in particular, except for Shaun O'neil) and was self conscious even though, truth be told, I did look hot.

So I Think I Can Dance

Dreamed: Wednesday Night March 11

I - yes me - was a top ten finalist on the show "So You Think You Can Dance". I know, sad. I was on stage with the rest of the finalists (none of whom I knew or recognized) as we were being announced as the top ten dancers in the competition. I suddenly realized that I was actually on the stage, not just watching from the stage, and wondered how the hell I could be rated highly in a dance competition.

We then did a rad routine with all ten of us (though it sure seemed like there were more than ten people) on stage and in costume. It was epic. And I only had to do simple dance moves like twirling around and pointy-toed low kicks. We were all singing too - it was really more like a musical. I was thinking, "This is easy!". The routine had a million props: a full, colorful set of stuff - like a play - with streamers and decorations above us. Bright lights shown on us as we danced away; I could not see or sense the audience and was not nervous at all.