I've been an extremely lazy dreamer lately so there hasn't been much to write about, but this dream occurred the other night after creating my character for Dragon Age: Inquisition. The appearance editor was so detailed that I ended up spending almost three hours designing my character's face! So the "make-up artist" theme of this dream was obviously day residue, but toward the end it became a little stranger. I was a make-up artist, and a client came to me to have her rouge re-applied. She had attempted to do it herself but it hadn't been going well. She had chosen a very dark wine-red, and I started by trying to apply symmetrical circles of it on her cheekbones, that I planned to blend in later. I, too, was having trouble placing them symmetrically, and had to keep daubing on new circles. The young woman looked very different from when last I'd seen her. Normally she came to me once a week; how long had it been since we'd seen each other? I remembered that our schedules had been at variance for a couple weeks, and last week she had planned to come but I'd had to cancel, so we must have missed three appointments altogether. That meant I hadn't seen her in a month, and apparently during that time she had transformed her whole appearance. I had noticed some red scaly patches on her skin and diplomatically refrained commenting on them. I was glad of my tact when I realized they were a tattoo! Two lines ran from the back of her neck over the rim of her skull on both sides and down her face in a V-shape, down her forehead, skirting her eyes, and then down her cheeks to meet at a point on her chin. "How did they do the texture?" I asked, genuinely impressed, as I ran my fingers gently over the tattooed skin, impressed how life-like the crocodile-skin pattern was, how red and shiny and raised in individually structured squares. I thought I remembered reading something about this technique, about how the ridges of raised skin had to be individually sewn into shape until they set. I was dissatisfied with the outcome of my attempts to apply the blush and moistened a cloth to wipe it all off and start over. I realized that the color was wrong. I explained that the wine-red she had chosen was a good color for one in the peak of health, but she was under a lot of fatigue and needed to choose something more subtle for best effect. I had a sort of mauve that was way too bland and washed out, but decided finally on a softly muted orange-gold shade. Meanwhile I was only now noticing the full extent of the girl's new body modifications, and started asking about them. She explained that she had been trying out a new job in Portland, Oregon. That didn't surprise me at all, given her new look. Her reasons for going didn't sound like the best, though. She explained that a guy had started working at her company, and she had found him despicable, but then she thought she might try out being despicable too, so she was working a stint at his company, which was in Portland. I wasn't sure how long she thought this was going to last, but held my tongue and hoped for the best. But why would she get face tattoos for a job that probably wouldn't even last? It might not matter to her current employer, but it could make it hard to get hired somewhere else later. Attitudes about tattoos are becoming a lot more relaxed, but large face tattoos are still regarded as somewhat extreme. I noticed that in addition to the large lines of red scaly skin, there were two other smaller tattoos on her face in different colors that I hadn't noticed at first. "I can tell you've been to Portland," I commented obliquely, after she had finished her story. "How?" "It's the only place I've seen head piercings on a regular basis." I was deliberately choosing my words to describe an example of some extreme body-mod that she was not currently exhibiting, which was difficult because the longer I looked at her, the more modifications I saw. And even my attempt to be tactful by avoiding comment on her specific modifications backfired: at my words she promptly demonstrated that she had a head piercing as well, a thick chain threaded through two round holes in the crown of her skull. Hanging decoratively from the chain was an eight-ball. Had she been trepanned earlier, I wondered? If so then they only would have had to add a single extra hole to create the piercing. The rig looked very heavy, though. I remembered that pool balls were always a lot heavier than they looked. And why an eight-ball? Was she aware that it was a gang symbol in some places?
Updated 06-04-2015 at 10:09 PM by 34973
Time: Took a nap around 6am after sleeping too early the night before, woke up at 9 am Who: myself, White, Eddie, Sommerer, Hinahon, Girl 1, MF Couple Lost some memory, but girl 1 and I are intimate, we are having sexy times at various places in the huge house that has multiple bedrooms with full bathrooms in them. I remember there was another couple who was at the house with us, it could've been someone specific but I don't remember now. We were about to go to sleep and I remember trying to get a room alone with girl 1, took a little effort but she follows me to a room that has 2-3 beds in it. The beds on the left and middle are neat and havent been touched, but the one on the right closest to the large window with a view of future Portland is messy. I want the bed in the middle but girl 1 gets in the messy bed. We fall asleep, and when I wake I'm sleeping next to Hinahon, she's wide awake and looking straight forward, I remember her putting pressure on the side of my head with her elbow, almost like she was trying to push me away. I said something to her and remember some futuristic app that was on in the air that looked kinda like a slot machine but it had to do something with sleeping. ---------------------------- We're in the same place, this time we're in the kitchen area, at first it is me and eddie, and some others I can't remember, seems like we were arguing over what to do with a golden retriever. I say something cocky and White shows up and asks me if I'm talking shit and I get right in his face. We are grabbed on to each other as we go back and forth between the room. Eventually me and Eddie grab another dog that was covered in some sauce in kitchen that was a pup. ---------------------------- I'm still in the same place, this time I think I'm fighting with girl 1, I ripped her sweater off a coat hanger in her closet, she finds me doing so and I continue on. I think she chases me into a huge closet like a mall store that has vault doors in it. I see Sommerer walking by and assume it is his. We start going after his tables of sunglasses and neatly arranged clothing items and trash the place, I remember thinking this would be a good music video scene.
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