I've been having really strange, vivid dreams since I got my last piercing, and I somehow feel the need to get this down:
Last night I dreamt that I was rushing in the military (like it was a frat)- I was in some tropical location, and they had parties, and wake boarding and the like. The colors were really saturated- the beach was golden yellow and the water was Crayola blue.
The generals insisted that we all get tattoos, which was not as cool as it seemed, because it was more of a bonding ritual into the military (a la Starship Troopers). I was looking through designs on the wall because I wasn't given enough time to make a custom tat, while talking to a girl who was also being recruited.
The girl seemed to think that this was a sort of draft, that they were doing this to soften the blow when they announced we were going to war. Then I realised I hadn't signed up for the military, and I didn't even know which branch it was- I narrowed it down to either the Navy or the Marines.
I decided on my ink, which was the blue square with the yellow = in it. The general was pissed because I wanted that 'hippy crap' on my arm, but he compromised to two black bands "=" because he thought my ultrastar was a military symbol. When he took his hat off, he became a tattoo artist, and got to work. The girl was kind of pissed that I compromised, but she stayed anyway.
That night was movie night, like we were in summer camp, and I realised that the girl was actually my girlfriend, and had been for a long time. Then time sped up, and we were loaded on a cargo plane and the next thing I knew, the plane was on the ground in Dresden, backing up to a loading dock that had lost its building. We began to be offloaded, and I got to look around, the city was already destroyed in the firebombing of WW2. Citizens scuttled back and forth, intent on their errands, as though the city were still standing. When I stepped foot onto the loading dock, the dream ended.
I think this might be a sign that I've been listening to too much NPR, and that I need to take a break from politics. Or maybe it's a sign of the coming of the End Times. Either way.
Is anyone a psychoanalyst?
Last night I dreamt that I was rushing in the military (like it was a frat)- I was in some tropical location, and they had parties, and wake boarding and the like. The colors were really saturated- the beach was golden yellow and the water was Crayola blue.
The generals insisted that we all get tattoos, which was not as cool as it seemed, because it was more of a bonding ritual into the military (a la Starship Troopers). I was looking through designs on the wall because I wasn't given enough time to make a custom tat, while talking to a girl who was also being recruited.
The girl seemed to think that this was a sort of draft, that they were doing this to soften the blow when they announced we were going to war. Then I realised I hadn't signed up for the military, and I didn't even know which branch it was- I narrowed it down to either the Navy or the Marines.
I decided on my ink, which was the blue square with the yellow = in it. The general was pissed because I wanted that 'hippy crap' on my arm, but he compromised to two black bands "=" because he thought my ultrastar was a military symbol. When he took his hat off, he became a tattoo artist, and got to work. The girl was kind of pissed that I compromised, but she stayed anyway.
That night was movie night, like we were in summer camp, and I realised that the girl was actually my girlfriend, and had been for a long time. Then time sped up, and we were loaded on a cargo plane and the next thing I knew, the plane was on the ground in Dresden, backing up to a loading dock that had lost its building. We began to be offloaded, and I got to look around, the city was already destroyed in the firebombing of WW2. Citizens scuttled back and forth, intent on their errands, as though the city were still standing. When I stepped foot onto the loading dock, the dream ended.
I think this might be a sign that I've been listening to too much NPR, and that I need to take a break from politics. Or maybe it's a sign of the coming of the End Times. Either way.
Is anyone a psychoanalyst?
just go where your spirit takes you.
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