As I sit dreamily on the couch, my mind waves in and out of drowsiness. My dreams sneak back into my mind, like a trick. Remember this moment of your dream Jamie? Yes, I tell myself. And then it's gone. Wait, come back, I liked that part.
Lately I've had many dreams of tattoos. Sincerely, I find the art of them to be quite beautiful. Now, it may be that I've fallen asleep one too many times with L.A. Ink, or Miami Ink speaking to me, so I suppose my REM didn't get too creative making the HUGE leap to dreaming about tattoos. But, they do speak strongly to me.
I have two tattoos. Nothing special. A small daisy on my ankle that I got when I was seventeen of legal age. I also have a tramp stamp lovely fairy on the small of my back. That one I got when I was around twenty two.
The thing is, I don't even consider myself a tattooed sort of girl. I rarely think of the ones I have, so why am I dreaming of getting more? What does it mean?
Lately I've had several dreams of getting a "sleeve." I wake up disappointed that my artwork doesn't exist. I dreamt of a gorgeous oak tree covering my shoulder and arm. I'm sure that would go over really well when I went back to teaching. And my kids would be so proud, right?
I've also had dreams of getting a mermaid sweeping around my fairy. First of all GROSS. I'm not a mythological lover. I don't live in a world of Science Fiction. I've never played Dungeons and Dragons. The fairy is already far enough, but now this. Why not just plop a Mickey Mouse head or Bart Simpson back there for lack of anything more creative. So why the mermaid dreams?
In my mind, it's beautiful. Not like this...
Or this...
Or this...
There's some creepy stuff on Google.
Oh well. If anyone out there can interpret dreams. Why is this girl wanting a tree sleeve and a mermaid going around her bottom? What kind of screwy secret does that say about me?
In the meantime, I've found the perfect mermaid for now... If only they delivered.
