Tattoo dreams
by V.E. on May 17th, 2009
filed under beauty, personal, wtf
I had a dream about tattoos last night. I had done… something… or was a part of something, I don’t remember what, and I had two (or three?) friends with me in this area of town that looked like… well, it reminded me of Tokyo in the late Edo or early Meiji era (think Samurai Champloo or Himura Kenshin). The dirt street was lit by hanging lanterns and there was some kind of shrine temple down the way, a little. It was.. very Japanese in setting.
Anyway, we were deciding on tattoos. We’d made some kind of pact, or I’d won something (or lost something, I don’t really remember) and two of us—me and a girl who I kept thinking was octaveleap but who wasn’t actually her—were getting something on our backs. It was to be the same thing, so we had to agree. Somehow, we came up with the idea of a flute, in pieces, diagonally across our backs from the upper left shoulder to the lower right hip. At the end of the flute near the hip, there would be a heart. I have no idea why we decided on that, and I remember thinking, “Can’t we at least change it to a clarinet, so I can remember Angela?” And then, the flute pieces kept looking more and more like vertebrae and the discussion was getting way out of hand because the tattoo was morphing right before my eyes and I didn’t know if I wanted a morphing tattoo on my body.
And then someone mentioned that I couldn’t have that idea done on my back, anyway, because my entire upper back was already covered in an elaborate tattoo of a crown of flowers. And this whole time, we’re sitting there, out in the open on the street in the middle of festival season and people are walking by in yukata and holding pinwheels and little goldfish in plastic bags like it was some carnival and my friend and I were only getting airbrush or henna tattoos.
I remember thinking, “Why the feck are we hanging out in the Tokugawa period? I’ve never even been to Japan.” And people were oogling at the crown of flowers on my back, even though I’m 100% sure I was fully clothed the entire time. And before I was even fully awake, I was in front of the mirror checking for errant tattoos that I hadn’t consciously signed up for. No crown of flowers and no vertebrae flute.
Hey, I never said any of the dream actually made sense.
