I have always had very vivid dreams. People have given me different theories throughout the years as to why my dreams often seem so real. The movie Inception really messed with my mind, because I've also been known to have dreams and I know I'm in a dream, and I spend the entire dream trying to wake myself up. It's somewhat exhausting.
For the most part my dreams are good. I try my hardest to remember them in the morning; but for the most part, I just wake Justin up in the middle night, ramble on about whatever my brain just created in my sleep, fall back to sleep, and try to recall the details with him the next day. Last night I had one of those crazy dreams.
I don't remember all of the details, but it involved me getting another tattoo. I went to some parlor, gave the guy my sketch, and told him to put it on my right shoulder. Now, I already have the exact tattoo I asked the man to give me, and it's already on my right shoulder. Apparently the dream version of myself had this tattoo on my left shoulder. (Are you keeping up?) So basically when I got home from the tattoo place I asked my Mom and Dad what they thought of it and they asked why I had gotten the exact same tattoo on my other shoulder. I freaked out because I didn't realize it was the same tattoo. And at some point in the dream my Dad reminded me that I owed the guy who gave me the tattoo $1816.00 for a tip.
Who knows what the dream meant. It could have something to do with the fact that I was rereading Divergent before bed, or that I've been thinking about getting another tattoo and can't decide on a design?? All I know is I am grateful it was just a dream; and I'm grateful for that moment when you wake up from a crazy dream and are filled with relief that none of that actually happened.
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