Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid - AP

My tattoo's colors looked strange and faded. I decided to go get it touched up. My brother and I went to the tattoo parlor where I originally got my tat. We walked into one of the rooms. My brother was going to touch it up for me. We wanted to get it done as quickly as possible so they didn't find out that one of their tattoo artists wasn't doing it.

I laid on the table, and told my brother to put on some latex gloves. He got them out of the box and put them on. He then implanted these tiny seeds into my body that would bloom into the colors of my tattoo to touch it up. I told him that's what Josh, the guy who originally did my tattoo did.

We went to the counter to pay. The girl asked what Josh did. I told her it was a touch-up. She asked to see my tattoo, and I told her it was on my back. I turned around anyway, and she looked down the back of my shirt. I saw the tattoo somehow; it looked like a temporary tattoo. The colors hadn't taken yet. I was worried that she'd notice, but she didn't say anything about it. My brother paid for it. The girl took the money and took the tip out of my brother's change, maybe $5 or $6, and put it in the tip jar. My brother and I left. On the way out, we saw Josh, the tattoo artist, working in a room on a tattoo on a girl's back.

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I was in my house. I had 2 small daughters--they were about toddler age. They were Ryan's children. The older one had very short red hair and freckles, and was very fussy. The younger one had longer brown hair, and was calm and content. She looked older than the redhead even though she wasn't.

I remember playing with the younger one in the downstairs bathroom. I was asking her if she wanted to play with all these toys. I kept pulling them out of these drawers of a toy-holding cabinet thing against the wall. They were my brother's old toys. She asked me a question about the moon. I answered. She then asked me if the moon was big because everyone in Africa could see it the same way. It was kind of a question, but more of a statement or observation. I thought for a second, and agreed with her. I thought about how intelligent she was. I thought she may already be smarter than me.

Then, I left the bathroom to get the red-headed daughter from upstairs. There was a boy's baseball team practicing up there. They were wearing white and blue uniforms. It looked like they were outside, but they were inside. Weirdness. The red-headed daughter was up there with them. A fat guy, resembling the guy from my "Dreaming of Not Sleeping" dream, was holding her. He was yelling and cussing for some reason. I got really pissed off that he used that language while holding my daughter. I took her from him and started screaming and cussing at him. He was screaming back, but I kept screaming over him and interrupting him. He got the team together and they left.

I then remember seeing my friend Grace in the house, and telling her what happened. I then realized how ironic the situation had been.

I took the red-headed daughter into the downstairs bathroom to play with the younger one. I remember the older one crying, and me picking her up, which stopped the crying. I then forgot their names, or at least the red head's name. How embarassing. I was talking to someone about the redhead, and kept referring to her as "her" because I couldn't remember her name.

The redhead then turned into my cat, Belle. She ran off with a toilet brush in her mouth. I took it from her. I hoped she wouldn't get poisoned.

I kept thinking about how smart the younger one was. I remember bragging about her to someone.

I also remember the living room being decorated for Christmas, with the tree and everything. I hoped the baseball team wouldn't come back.