I had a dream...
I was sitting at a huge silver aluminium or steel fold-out table, in a big hall similar to that of the Liberty LAN hall which it is always hosted in. I was drawing, designing tattoos like I always do in my spare time, and suddenly Jan Blom (I think) came to sit in front of me.
As always, I thought, he is such a mess... And he really seemed a mess, I wasn't exaggerating. He did not pay attention to his hair, or even his general looks, and he seemed to be drunk, however that could be left for interpretation. I seemed to know all the people that had been sitting around the table. I hardly spoke to any, but we laughed together, and the atmosphere seemed to be extremely comfortable. If I'm not mistaken, Ian was sitting next to me.
A blonde, curly-haired bloke with a bit of a soul-spot, and an extremely witty personality. But that could also have been any other person, you never know with dreams. A short while since Jan sat there, he seemed to grab some of the paper I had been drawing and sketching on, and began drawing some things of his own.
He spoke to me, too, asking about how I came to draw as good, but immediately then went on to mock my drawing talents. I waved it off, and laughed with him and the others. Ian had to leave, and if it really were him, I suddenly felt extremely jumpy. But not in the paranoid kind of sense, rather just extremely cheerful and giddy. I began to chat. A lot.
There was a woman with light brown, to blonde hair sitting next to Jan, laughing together with us, and immediately I began speaking to her. She was extremely friendly and willing, watching me and then quickly looking away when I pried my eyes off Jan, and his antics with my pen and paper.
"Can you tattoo this?" Jan asked after he drew a little anime-style minimalist drawing of a bear or something similar. Which at first sounded like a joke, quickly turned out to be serious. I thought about it for a while, and smirked.
"Sure," was my reply, and then we began discussing how it would fit on the top of his hand, and how it would be advised he reposition the tattoo, but he was feisty and stubborn.
After we settled on the tattoo's position, and the price, I looked over to the same blonde-brown haired woman, and suddenly she looked even more familiar, however I still could not put my finger on who she was.
My memory failed me miserably; however, it usually did in dreams. I asked her if it would be possible for me to use one of their instruments, and if she would show me how to copy the design onto tracing paper so it could be printed on Jan's hand, and she stood up and called me to follow her without hesitation. I blinked at her, and she seemed to blush, but quickly looked away, so I could not see whether that really was the case.
We flirted as we walked to the other side of the hall, and entered a hallway. The more we walked, the more it looked like it was obvious that tattoo artists had set up shop there. Was the huge hall I had just been sitting in, actually a massive tattoo conference?
We walked on and made a few turns into other hallways, eventually leading us to the room where the ink was supposedly kept. It was a huge room with a lot of bottles of ink ranging from pink to blue in the centre.
On the other side of the room, opposite the side we had just entered from, another woman sat on a long barstool, next to an old looking desktop computer. She had long, flowing dark brown hair and did not look familiar at all, as opposed to just about every other person I had met so far in my dream.
The girl that escorted me to the ink room explained that her dad would be furious had he been there to see what we were planning to do, but that it was fortunate that he had gone away. She then told me that we should go speak to the girl on the other side of the room to get permission for a few vials of ink.
She was reluctant at first to give over ownership of a few vials to us. I was instructed to get light green, and not black. I was to make it a complete green tattoo with no other colours, to mix with it, which seemed strange to me, but the again, I could not exactly just order people around do what I wanted, seeing as it was not mine to begin with. I had to flirt with her to get the ink.
She asked that if I would promise to give her a kiss, and see her later, she would consider giving it to me, but I needed it immediately, so instead, I offered to give her a good, long smooch in exchange for her to give it to me now. Not mentioning anything about seeing her later, which she did not seem to notice.
Gladly, she leaned in for a kiss, so I figured that I would at least make it worth her while, so I extended my hands and cupped face, cradling it in my hands, then I gave her a huge, long kiss. One she would not forget any time soon, and that I was certain of.
Afterwards, she typed a few things on the computer next to her, and gave me permission to take one or two vials of ink. I turned, and saw that the girl from before was standing a few metres away, watching me negotiating the exchange, and kissing her, which for some reason made me feel extremely bad.
However, I did not let her see me feeling bad about it, so I winked at her, which made her blush again. She smiled, making me smile. I grabbed a small vial of green ink and then started back in the direction that we had come before.
The closer we got to the big hall with people in it, the more it dawned on me that that would be my very first tattoo I would ever ink on someone, which explained possibly why her dad would probably not like it very much. I smiled wryly, feeling extremely accomplished about myself, and walked on.
As I reached Jan, my stress began to show, and I was shaking nervously; my sweat was dripping, although I was not sure whether that merely had to do with the weather, since it really did feel hot in there.
The woman from before had vanished, though, and there were not as much people left in the hall, making our little meeting quite personal.
As I was shaking the dial of ink so it would loosen up and become more flowy and less chunky, the girl returned with a tattooing instrument. I smiled hugely and kissed her without thinking. She merely closed her eyes and kissed back.
Time and sense tend to become one and the same in dreams, and that is exactly what happened as we kissed. Suddenly everything, as well as nothing, made exact sense; and what was a measly three-second kiss, felt as if it had lasted an entire lifetime.
"Are we going to do this, then?" I uttered as our lips parted, and we looked in different directions. I directed my question in Jan's direction, so I could not see, or know what she did, or how she took the kiss. It still played itself over in my head, like a broken record.
Jan seemed like he did not want anything to do with me, all of a sudden pulling away and going to sit at another table. He took out a packet of cigarettes and lit one that he had pulled out of the carton with the use of his lips.
Another man that had been sitting around the same table asked him what his problem was, and pointed in my direction, telling him that he should not have given me the wrong idea and led me on - sounding as if he and I were dating, not that I made sense of it at the time.
Jan merely shook his head and smoked his cigarette, ignoring the man who was standing up for me. The more I watched his bickering, the more he, too, seemed familiar to me, though. Short, brown hair, a rather large body with rounded cheeks, and eyes so blue, one could compare it to the open Hawaiian seas. Hugo, perhaps.
As he - Hugo - went on standing up for me, I felt as if he was fighting my fight for me. But that's what friends did, right? They stood up for one-another. In the time it took Hugo to talk, or yell, or bicker to Jan, although it seemed like only a few seconds, it had already turned to night, as I looked out the huge front door that the table I had been sitting at earlier was next to.
Outside stood a car -- a Lexus IS-F, and although I could not see much more than that, I automatically knew that a Subaru WRX STI was standing next to it.
For some reason, aspects of Ian's story, the world that he and I had been shaping together through our different novels, was also included in my dream. At least I knew where everything fit in, giving me a better feeling of my reality, or as close to reality as a dream could be anyway.
At least, I think that must have been it, seeing as I saw my golden little Toyota Yaris, and his Hundai standing behind the cars I had mentioned a bit earlier because that's what dreams did at times: mix up the world of fiction, and the world of reality, and made it one and the same. That must have been the only explanation.
Looking back over to Jan and Hugo, the latter was gone. He had vanished from my dream, and in its place, an empty plastic chair stood. I'm sure that there must have been a perfectly good explanation thought up that my brain had in store for me, waiting for the correct moment to lay it on me, but I knew better.
The girl from before tapped me on my shoulder, and I turned around. She was leaving, and I had to go after her. I had to get her credentials -- not that I would, seeing as I still could not recognise her from reality. I walked her to her car, and gave her a hug and a light peck on her cheek goodnight, then watched as she got into a pitch black car that I could not for the sake of my own well-being, recognise. As if it had been shrouded from my recognitive functions for the duration of the dream.
Which made sense. Nothing else had to happen anymore. I felt as if my dream was up and its ending was imminent, but it wasn't; instead, I was greeted by Jan, who invited me to sit across from him.
I looked to my left, where an older woman, a tall beautiful blonde, was standing, watching us. Watching Jan.
"Your wife?" I asked, unable to think of anything else, and even less able to control what I could say anyway.
Jan said nothing, but I knew that I had pinpointed the core of his problems. It was obvious that the two of them had not been on speaking terms, and he had had a rather shady past with authorities, and the law. But then it hit me as I looked down at her stomach, and noticed that it had a little bump.
"She's pregnant," was all I said, and got up. I then walked out of the huge hall, and even though I could not see what transpired behind me, I knew that even though Jan did not know how to handle the news, that the world had become one male happier.
As I stood outside, I felt Ian stand next to me. We said nothing, other than look at Hugo drive off in his white little Renault Clio.
After that I can't recall much of anything that happened in my dream, which was an occurrence that happened more often than not, and even more so with dreams that were not meant to be remembered, but rather just meant to keep my conscious busy while I rested my eyes. I had a dream, where I met the girl I would fall in love with, and where my best friend stood up for me against a man who had no idea how to handle reality. I had a dream where my co-writer, and good friend's universe collided with my present, and where I could gladly scratch off becoming a tattoo-artist from my bucket list. I had a dream last night, and it was all these words' worth.
As always, I thought, he is such a mess... And he really seemed a mess, I wasn't exaggerating. He did not pay attention to his hair, or even his general looks, and he seemed to be drunk, however that could be left for interpretation. I seemed to know all the people that had been sitting around the table. I hardly spoke to any, but we laughed together, and the atmosphere seemed to be extremely comfortable. If I'm not mistaken, Ian was sitting next to me.
A blonde, curly-haired bloke with a bit of a soul-spot, and an extremely witty personality. But that could also have been any other person, you never know with dreams. A short while since Jan sat there, he seemed to grab some of the paper I had been drawing and sketching on, and began drawing some things of his own.
He spoke to me, too, asking about how I came to draw as good, but immediately then went on to mock my drawing talents. I waved it off, and laughed with him and the others. Ian had to leave, and if it really were him, I suddenly felt extremely jumpy. But not in the paranoid kind of sense, rather just extremely cheerful and giddy. I began to chat. A lot.
There was a woman with light brown, to blonde hair sitting next to Jan, laughing together with us, and immediately I began speaking to her. She was extremely friendly and willing, watching me and then quickly looking away when I pried my eyes off Jan, and his antics with my pen and paper.
"Can you tattoo this?" Jan asked after he drew a little anime-style minimalist drawing of a bear or something similar. Which at first sounded like a joke, quickly turned out to be serious. I thought about it for a while, and smirked.
"Sure," was my reply, and then we began discussing how it would fit on the top of his hand, and how it would be advised he reposition the tattoo, but he was feisty and stubborn.
After we settled on the tattoo's position, and the price, I looked over to the same blonde-brown haired woman, and suddenly she looked even more familiar, however I still could not put my finger on who she was.
My memory failed me miserably; however, it usually did in dreams. I asked her if it would be possible for me to use one of their instruments, and if she would show me how to copy the design onto tracing paper so it could be printed on Jan's hand, and she stood up and called me to follow her without hesitation. I blinked at her, and she seemed to blush, but quickly looked away, so I could not see whether that really was the case.
We flirted as we walked to the other side of the hall, and entered a hallway. The more we walked, the more it looked like it was obvious that tattoo artists had set up shop there. Was the huge hall I had just been sitting in, actually a massive tattoo conference?
We walked on and made a few turns into other hallways, eventually leading us to the room where the ink was supposedly kept. It was a huge room with a lot of bottles of ink ranging from pink to blue in the centre.
On the other side of the room, opposite the side we had just entered from, another woman sat on a long barstool, next to an old looking desktop computer. She had long, flowing dark brown hair and did not look familiar at all, as opposed to just about every other person I had met so far in my dream.
The girl that escorted me to the ink room explained that her dad would be furious had he been there to see what we were planning to do, but that it was fortunate that he had gone away. She then told me that we should go speak to the girl on the other side of the room to get permission for a few vials of ink.
She was reluctant at first to give over ownership of a few vials to us. I was instructed to get light green, and not black. I was to make it a complete green tattoo with no other colours, to mix with it, which seemed strange to me, but the again, I could not exactly just order people around do what I wanted, seeing as it was not mine to begin with. I had to flirt with her to get the ink.
She asked that if I would promise to give her a kiss, and see her later, she would consider giving it to me, but I needed it immediately, so instead, I offered to give her a good, long smooch in exchange for her to give it to me now. Not mentioning anything about seeing her later, which she did not seem to notice.
Gladly, she leaned in for a kiss, so I figured that I would at least make it worth her while, so I extended my hands and cupped face, cradling it in my hands, then I gave her a huge, long kiss. One she would not forget any time soon, and that I was certain of.
Afterwards, she typed a few things on the computer next to her, and gave me permission to take one or two vials of ink. I turned, and saw that the girl from before was standing a few metres away, watching me negotiating the exchange, and kissing her, which for some reason made me feel extremely bad.
However, I did not let her see me feeling bad about it, so I winked at her, which made her blush again. She smiled, making me smile. I grabbed a small vial of green ink and then started back in the direction that we had come before.
The closer we got to the big hall with people in it, the more it dawned on me that that would be my very first tattoo I would ever ink on someone, which explained possibly why her dad would probably not like it very much. I smiled wryly, feeling extremely accomplished about myself, and walked on.
As I reached Jan, my stress began to show, and I was shaking nervously; my sweat was dripping, although I was not sure whether that merely had to do with the weather, since it really did feel hot in there.
The woman from before had vanished, though, and there were not as much people left in the hall, making our little meeting quite personal.
As I was shaking the dial of ink so it would loosen up and become more flowy and less chunky, the girl returned with a tattooing instrument. I smiled hugely and kissed her without thinking. She merely closed her eyes and kissed back.
Time and sense tend to become one and the same in dreams, and that is exactly what happened as we kissed. Suddenly everything, as well as nothing, made exact sense; and what was a measly three-second kiss, felt as if it had lasted an entire lifetime.
"Are we going to do this, then?" I uttered as our lips parted, and we looked in different directions. I directed my question in Jan's direction, so I could not see, or know what she did, or how she took the kiss. It still played itself over in my head, like a broken record.
Jan seemed like he did not want anything to do with me, all of a sudden pulling away and going to sit at another table. He took out a packet of cigarettes and lit one that he had pulled out of the carton with the use of his lips.
Another man that had been sitting around the same table asked him what his problem was, and pointed in my direction, telling him that he should not have given me the wrong idea and led me on - sounding as if he and I were dating, not that I made sense of it at the time.
Jan merely shook his head and smoked his cigarette, ignoring the man who was standing up for me. The more I watched his bickering, the more he, too, seemed familiar to me, though. Short, brown hair, a rather large body with rounded cheeks, and eyes so blue, one could compare it to the open Hawaiian seas. Hugo, perhaps.
As he - Hugo - went on standing up for me, I felt as if he was fighting my fight for me. But that's what friends did, right? They stood up for one-another. In the time it took Hugo to talk, or yell, or bicker to Jan, although it seemed like only a few seconds, it had already turned to night, as I looked out the huge front door that the table I had been sitting at earlier was next to.
Outside stood a car -- a Lexus IS-F, and although I could not see much more than that, I automatically knew that a Subaru WRX STI was standing next to it.
For some reason, aspects of Ian's story, the world that he and I had been shaping together through our different novels, was also included in my dream. At least I knew where everything fit in, giving me a better feeling of my reality, or as close to reality as a dream could be anyway.
At least, I think that must have been it, seeing as I saw my golden little Toyota Yaris, and his Hundai standing behind the cars I had mentioned a bit earlier because that's what dreams did at times: mix up the world of fiction, and the world of reality, and made it one and the same. That must have been the only explanation.
Looking back over to Jan and Hugo, the latter was gone. He had vanished from my dream, and in its place, an empty plastic chair stood. I'm sure that there must have been a perfectly good explanation thought up that my brain had in store for me, waiting for the correct moment to lay it on me, but I knew better.
The girl from before tapped me on my shoulder, and I turned around. She was leaving, and I had to go after her. I had to get her credentials -- not that I would, seeing as I still could not recognise her from reality. I walked her to her car, and gave her a hug and a light peck on her cheek goodnight, then watched as she got into a pitch black car that I could not for the sake of my own well-being, recognise. As if it had been shrouded from my recognitive functions for the duration of the dream.
Which made sense. Nothing else had to happen anymore. I felt as if my dream was up and its ending was imminent, but it wasn't; instead, I was greeted by Jan, who invited me to sit across from him.
I looked to my left, where an older woman, a tall beautiful blonde, was standing, watching us. Watching Jan.
"Your wife?" I asked, unable to think of anything else, and even less able to control what I could say anyway.
Jan said nothing, but I knew that I had pinpointed the core of his problems. It was obvious that the two of them had not been on speaking terms, and he had had a rather shady past with authorities, and the law. But then it hit me as I looked down at her stomach, and noticed that it had a little bump.
"She's pregnant," was all I said, and got up. I then walked out of the huge hall, and even though I could not see what transpired behind me, I knew that even though Jan did not know how to handle the news, that the world had become one male happier.
As I stood outside, I felt Ian stand next to me. We said nothing, other than look at Hugo drive off in his white little Renault Clio.
After that I can't recall much of anything that happened in my dream, which was an occurrence that happened more often than not, and even more so with dreams that were not meant to be remembered, but rather just meant to keep my conscious busy while I rested my eyes. I had a dream, where I met the girl I would fall in love with, and where my best friend stood up for me against a man who had no idea how to handle reality. I had a dream where my co-writer, and good friend's universe collided with my present, and where I could gladly scratch off becoming a tattoo-artist from my bucket list. I had a dream last night, and it was all these words' worth.