Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/21/2023
By Ether_Erebus
I’m somehow in my dream and realize I have huge freaking tattoos all over my body which are new and I never wanted in the first place. I realize I was high as a mf kite on coding because in my dream I had surgery and was in immense pain. Anyways, I have no recollection of meeting the tattoo artist or anything and I’m pissed at my parents for letting me go and get it. Then, I go over to the tattoo shop and say I need to speak to you to change your practices and get my money back or something so I can pay for tattoo removal. I walk in and speak to the receptionist saying I have skin peeling and she lets me walk right in. I walk in and see the tattoo artist and she’s super happy to see me (of course since I gave her so much money). I make a face and explain “no, I’m sorry but I have no recollection of meeting you or telling you what I wanted” and her face falls. She asks “what?” And I’m like “I literally was high off codeine and have no memory of any of this”. She calls over her boss and I sit down, ready to explain everything and he gives me a look and I remember in the video of whoever went with me, I asked if he was Japanese and he’s placing food in front of us and he laughs a little and says “yes” and I say “oh I know how to speak it a little” (I don’t in real life so idek wtf I was on) but then I speak it hesitantly and on the video I hear him tell me “that’s not how you say the colour red, you say _____” and in the video, I say “of course I know how to say red, you stupid dumb ass” and basically swear at him in the video on Japanese. I cringed Walt hung that part and he sees me walk over to chat and he’s clearly unimpressed. I say hello and apologize for being an asshole last time and get into explaining what happened. But every time I start, we keep getting interrupted by either employees or customers and I’m starting to get upset. Furthermore, there’s a bunch of rowdy people who keep trying to talking to me or give their opinion that I get up and literally speak to them in a calm but threatening tone to get them to back the fuck up and sit down. They do and I turn back around and everyone is astonished at my overt display of aggressive behaviour. I just shake it off and sit back down to continue chatting about why I was the way I was. So turns out, after I bruised my tailbone, I went to the doctors and they found this cyst like thing in my uterus, so they had to cut it out. When I’m exposing this to the guy, I immediately tell him it’s been the same size for over a year and it wasn’t a baby. And he calms down a bit but then my mom jumps in to explain and I’m like stop talking but she keeps talking over me. So I just quiet down and wait for her to stop, then I look back at the guy and say “I don’t want any of these tattoos, they’re not my style and they’re fucking huge and span my entire left leg almost, my shoulder and my right forearm. This creepy spindly artwork is not my style.” And we keep going back and fourth and at this point I’m telling them that I understand where they’re coming from but I was not in the right state of mind to be saying/doing that shit and they should have stopped and refused to service me. Everyone’s getting mad and I’ve been sitting here for more than a few hours talking in circles and getting no where. One of the employees comes in from the back door and causes a kerfuffle and I get up and say I need some air. I walk out the back and see an old baby blue ford bronco sitting in the back and I’m just staring at it and then I wake up. I woke up and checked multiple times for these ugly tattoos. I have no tattoos in real life lol.