Liquid Nonsense

Last night I had a dream that much like all of my other dreams; bat shit crazy. The reason this one stood out so much is because I don't usually dream in color per se. Generally when I remember back to my dreams they're rather amorphous and memories of conversations rather than real conversations. They have a distinctly surreal quality without narrative and without cohesion. What made last night's dream different was there was a section that had exceptionally real color and vibrancy.

The brilliant color and vibrancy was special because it was literally on me. I had the most amazing tattoo work I think I had ever seen. It started slightly below my jaw line on the left side of my body and a hair away from my midline and continued all the way around to the same point on the back of my neck. It covered a region drawn vertically from that start position to roughly an inch below my floating rib and included a full left sleeve that stopped at my wrist. The colors included a brilliant orange and blue pattern similiar to some of the artwork Jason Dinger did for Simon a few years ago. Other patterns were present and it looked part tribal, part artistic, part insanity. It was beautiful.

I woke up this morning not really thinking about it because I'm usually fairly groggy just after waking up. My usual routine involves me then going to the bathroom. Upon entering the bathroom I looked in the mirror and had a sudden profound sense of loss when I didn't see the tattoo pattern from my dream in the reflection. Without realizing it part of my mind had totally accepted the idea that I could have tattoos starting on my neck that covered most of my body with conspicuous colors, and had actually become upset because I didn't really have them.

I'm absolutely positive that the reason my dream included this tattoo work is because I was considering going with Clemens later tonight to get his next tattoo. My mind must have been processing that much more than I had originally thought. Coupled with the fact I had decided to start my journey into body art this summer it really isn't a surprise at all.

Certain ideas and ideologies that I've worked to change over the years have had their transitions and eras marked by my more profound dreams. They might be absolutely insane, but I know when my subconsciouss has adopted something, then my waking mind has reached a state of near total acceptance. It would seem it's time to start making those appointments I've been considering.