Note: some recent Friends List readers may not be familiar with this, because I have been posting almost exclusively about fiber arts lately… but this actually started out as my dream journal. I’ve been kind of out of touch with Dreamland lately, mostly because my schedule has been screwy and I have been groggy and tired in the mornings. Now, I’m working to remedy that, and get the dreamwork back on schedule. I try to always cut-line the dream entries, and ID them as such – and some of them may be weird or disturbing, it’s totally ordinary for dreams.
Dream 20051027, midnight:
This dream was quite early in the night, but was exceptionally vivid. I had taken a red tablet before dreaming, trying to see if I can use these to influence dream content; it was more carnage and less carnal than I had expected, but certainly intense and “red.”
I waited too long (afternoon) before writing this down, so a lot of the plot line is muddy. I remember that there was a woman, who reminds me of Dharma from Dharma and Greg, all bubbly enthusiasm, who was very excited about giving me a body piercing. I remember her telling me that the National Association for Women had some control over this one particular kind of piercing that she called a “sheath,” and she was particularly happy that she had gotten approval to give me one.
I don’t remember a painful or disturbing piercing experience. I don’t remember being pierced at all (I have been, before, in real life, and it’s memorable…) There was a kind of blur – not a “fade to black” scene change, just a non-experience, and then after I had ALL these piercings. Dozens. And tattoos. I had piercings in places that don’t even really bear piercings, like my shins and through the tips of my fingers and toes. Many of them were these bizarre ceremonial piercings, long needles, like eight or ten inches, pierced through my body and then jewelry attached to the rods.
I remember at one point looking at my toes, and each one of them has a spike the size of a long but very narrow knitting needle protruding from the tip, pointing upward and out – they are pierced through the pad right near the nail. The lady strums her finger along the needles, and it’s uncomfortable, but not painful. She is just amazingly excited, very happy for me, and seems slightly sad that I’m not as excited as she is about the whole adventure. There’s no sense that I have disappointed her or hurt her feelings, just that she is sad for me because she thinks I should be more happy. I notice that my left hand has an orange, blue, and black tattoo that has some lettering in it, I think the name of a basketball team, or something like “Basketball League” – I ask her if it’s temporary, she tells me it’s a real tattoo, although it looks like a smooth print on top of my skin. I tell her I had the temporary one only as a joke, I really don’t have any interest in having my body marked with a commercial logo. Again, she seems slightly crestfallen, but not angry or anything, just like she wishes I were as happy about the entire thing as she is. There is no sense of being hampered or hobbled by all the weird piercings; I move around just fine, although on a few occasions I do remember bumping them into something. I feel like a porcupine. At one point in the dream, I remember a group of similarly pierced people standing around a fenced area like a corrall, and somebody goes around with a pole, hitting each person on one of the piercing spikes, and they fall over very balletically; it’s like a dance. I realize they’re going to tap me, and when they do it is uncomfortable, but not sharply painful, and I lay over like the rest have done, with choreographed grace.
I don’t remember the rest, but there was more of the dream, plot-wise.