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Pedicab Home with Tattoo for Dad... and Drugs...

I was tattooing at Beyond the Ink again. It was a larger shop with more artists. My station was upstairs, which was an unfinished loft. It wasn't well lit and was really junky. People didn't respect it. They would come up and spill things or do projects and leave the mess.
I went downstairs to hang out. Justin was on the table, completely naked, about to get a back of the knee tattoo from Whitney Fromm. I teased him that he was going to cry.
Upstairs, Lindsey was going to tattoo me. I think he did, but then something happened to the equipment and he got really frustrated. I felt the feeling I had when the thermafax broke. It hadn't been my fault, but I was the last person using it, so it was like, "Lola, what did you do?"
I decided to leave before he got too mad. I had an inflatable recumbent pedicab at the shop and I inflated it. I was nervous though, because it was kind of low to the ground. John E's girl, Karen showed up to be my chauffeur. But in the dream she was Taylor's girl and he showed up as well to accompany us on his own bike.
I felt bad that she was hoofing me home, but I think I was either on drugs, or exhausted from getting tattooed. It was nice to sit back and let someone drive.
We went down a huge hill at one point and I was laying in the cab, cruising face-first, scared of getting road rash on my elbows if we flipped. But I had a helmet on so I just relaxed and thanked my lucky stars that the traffic lights allowed us to pass with no issue.
At the bottom of the hill, she took a wrong turn and I told her. We turned around and got on the right path. But then she decided she was done and wanted to go home. I understood and at least I was on a flat trajectory home from here. We milled about for a while, socializing with some other people who showed up on the trail. I found $5 on the trail and pocketed it, wanting to give it to Karen as a tip.
It was only after she left that I realized I'd forgotten to give it to her. I felt bad.
Without having to travel far, I found myself at my dad's house. But it was a combination of my high school, and his sister, Debbie's house.
I was hanging out in one of the back bedrooms, where Debbie kept her Maltese dog. There was another dog like it there, but just visiting. The dogs were playing and ate something weird and then both of them went in the corner and had a massive diarrhea showdown. They both left steaming heaps on the carpet, in amounts greater than their combined body weight. It was so nasty.
I socialized for a while, then Dad came home. I was actually about to leave anyway but we stayed and chatted for a minute. I found a photo online of the tattoo I'd just gotten. I forgot that I'd gotten it, cause I didn't feel it. There was no pain whatsoever. When I saw it on the computer, I realized that it was on my body, but I couldn't figure out where. I showed it to Dad on the computer and he thought I was telling him it was a tattoo I had done. So I showed him my arms, low back, and then upper back. When he saw it he cried. It was a beautifully rendered self-portrait of me as Marilyn Monroe. Lindsey had done an excellent job and I was overjoyed. So was Dad. The way that he touched my back and held me felt good. He's never touched me like that in waking life.
He had to go clean up the heaping dog mess, so I left. But since the building was my old high school, I walked out his door, into a hallway and there was Holly and friends. She had just gotten back from Shambhala. I was preparing to leave to go home, but they were just starting a party and wanted me to stay. Holly had a gift for me so I waited around while she pulled it together. It was a drawing she had done, for a tattoo she thought I wanted to get. It was an incohesive mess on paper. She had a few versions, none of which appealed to me. I felt bad because I didn't want to be ungrateful for her gift, but at the same time, wasn't about to get a tattoo that was crap. We discussed ways it could be different. She had it in her head that I wanted a Ketamine molecule on my leg. I thought maybe it would be interesting to get a whole bunch of molecules. She seemed a little hurt, but then decided to change the present. She gave me a bunch of Ketamine. She said it was totally against her nature to give drugs as gifts, but that she thought I would enjoy it.
There was definitely a party ramping up. I went over to examine the food cart. There were hotdogs and John Foss' salmon on the BBQ. It all looked so good and I was hungry, but I was concerned about eating and doing drugs at the same time. That didn't seem like a wise choice. The menu was all garbled because they were actually selling drugs.
That's about all I remember.

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