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I am getting a new tattoo. I’m seeing Jordan (the guy who did my ‘why not’ tattoo). I think I have asked for something that is definitely not what I am currently getting. Looking down, I see that he’s completed a simple rectangle taking up most of my left calf, at a slight angle. The lines are thin and impossibly straight. Nobody that I show this new tattoo seems to like it. I notice that I have a few small tattoos on my legs and think that the rectangle is fitting.



I am going to hike Half Dome. Options for someone going with me are Melissa and Ethan S. from work. They both end up [missing] out on me. I accept that I’ll be going along and then start to worry about the time … started around 5:30am last time. I notice that I’m wearing fairly short shorts and a button up t shirt. I’m now outside and Aunt Anna shows up in their brown truck. She has a dozen or more large bottles of hard alcohol for a get together and asks me if it looks like too much. I visualize the amount in one (whisky) and start to think that yes, it is.

I am with an unfamiliar tattoo artist and about to get a tattoo of a seahorse on my left arm. The guy is middle aged or younger, shorter, and stocky, I think with a short grey beard/stubble. He’s casual and easy-going. This shop seems smaller, and we’re the only ones in it. We talk about the tattoo, and I ask if I can sketch it out. He passes over a piece of paper that already has a few drawings, in squared off areas, on it. I start sketching on the bottom right, recalling the shape and features as I go. I think it’s turning out pretty well. We’re now looking at where it’ll go on my arm, right on my trice, the only remaining space between quite a few color tattoos that are already there.

Mom and Makayla are going to get matching tattoos, and I am going with them. Outside, it is very overcast. There seems to be some dark purple in some of the clouds as well. This place doesn’t look like a tattoo shop; this entrance is on a patio covered by an overhang of a pitched roof. It seems more office or commercial. Inside now, the tattoo they are getting is just a jagged line. I see it on a piece of trace taped to another piece of paper and take out my pocket knife and begin to cut along the line. The trace keeps coming further than the other paper, but I’m really following the line pretty closely. Mom goes first now and grabs my hand as the female artist begins inking. It’s going on her ankle, and me and Makayla say how that is a painful spot (although I think I’m really thinking of the one behind my knee). I’m sitting right by mom, barefoot, with my legs stretched out. It’s like I am feeling the feeling of getting the tattoo too, I guess because I’m so close. I make a face and look at Makayla, a little excited at having this experience after a long time without it. When I look over, Mom is passed out, head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, and I shake her to wake her up. This happens one more time. We ask the artist to call a doctor, but she says she’s not sure if they’re taking anyone due to social distancing. She does fill a glove with water and give it to us. I pour some of it into Mom’s mouth but it just comically and exaggeratedly spurts back up and out. I know that Melissa and her mom are also getting matching tattoos: a lobster with heart shaped scales.




I am in what seems to be an empty high school, on the second level. Julia from work is having me do something; it seems urgent, and I am taking it seriously. Then, she tells me it’s just been a prank, which I agree is pretty funny. I think it has something to do with a book. I end up taking the book home and reading it. It is a YA with a dark green cover and is definitely not something I’d read in real life. I think it’s about a baby or pregnancy. I’m reading it to humorously spite the prank, but it is actually kind of good. For some reason I started a little ways into the book, so now I’m going back to start from the beginning. I am outside on the lawn in the front of Mom’s, and it seems like a really nice summer evening.

I have gotten a tattoo on the inside of my left bicep. It’s closest to the very inside of my arm and runs from the elbow to almost my armpit. It is about four square panels, each with the outline of a teenage mutant ninja turtle? They are simple and thin, yet realistic and very well done. The outlining squares’ lines are just a little thicker, giving it a pleasing contrast. While I am sitting with the artist, he begins to ink the first line in the area, and I panic slightly, under the impression that it was going elsewhere. I am then fine, deciding it looks the best where he is placing it. When it is finished, I think Mom is unrolling some saran wrap for me to put over it. I also show it to someone what likes TMNT. I also think about how I have it for life, this thought being pretty neutral.

I have gone to see Tess for a tattoo. I’m going back to her (like she is Lisa) since I got my first from her. Inside, I am sitting at a counter by a window (it resembles a barber shop counter and seats). Dad is here with me. I am getting the tattoo on my right foot - the same Pink Floyd symbol I already have? It doesn’t turn out too well; it is too long and thin, as well as misshapen, on top of my foot. There’s a line running horizontally along my foot also. She is done and is going to charge me, but I think about asking if she can redo it. I don’t though, and pay the $58? With my card. I figure the tip at $6 and add 8 and 6 to get 14 to carry over on the addition. I’m thinking I could still get the tattoo altered/covered up. I’m also thinking about getting the number 1 in the same place Makayla has her tattoo. It has some significance. I also think about getting it on my ankle/outside of my leg to see if it really does hurt. I tell Dad to get a tattoo and he kind of laughs and says no.



I am filling up a large bathtub. It seem to be in a room and set into the ground. It’s probably bigger than some pools. It overflows into the room. The water is not all that hot; I can only feel heat from the water currently coming out below the water level. Melissa is here, and I tell her she can get in with me.