tattoo dream

Last night I dreamt I found a little dead bird's skeleton. I thought it was so beautiful I decided to have an elongated image of it tattooed across the length of my arm reaching all the way to the top of my hand where it ended with the skeletal claws.

I woke up convinced and terrified that I had a fresh tattoo on my arm.

laughing dream

Normally I cry or have anxiety in my dreams. It's like my subconscious' way to expel those feelings that are bottled up.

But.
Last night I was cracking up with someone for what felt like a long time.
Don't remember a context, or who that someone was,
but awesome.
It was the kind of laughter that hurts everywhere. My face was using every muscle.

SIGUR ROS

I just got back from a concert by this Icelandic band, which you have probably heard of.
They were absolutely amazing. Their show definitely tied with both Flaming Lips and Tool.

At first Leila (my very preggo sister in-law) and I thought the opener was Sigur Ros, thinking they put on a terrible live show. But, it turned out the opener was a band that liked to pretend they were them, playing songs similar but very much not as good as the real thing.
We were more than relieved to find out we were wrong. When Sigur Ros began playing tears actually came to my eyes and my arms and legs were covered in goosebumps. It was beautiful. And it stayed beautiful the whole way through, when we were requested to sing along, when they had us all clapping in tune, when confetti and lights poured over us, and when we all clapped for encore and got two more, incredible songs. Just beautiful.

Oh, and speaking of her being pregnant, apparently my niece enjoyed the show too (or hated it. I'm leaning towards the former, because she is clearly a very hip baby). She was kicking her mom's innersides vehemently through the show. :)

So good.

The Story of Fingertip Land continues

The four munchkins I mentioned in a previous post were all from the same womb. They were quadruplets.
I said I would detail their superpowers, so here it goes...
Frenn Dewcomer had the amazing ability to be completely still and stop his internal clock. With a couple of deep breaths he was able to stop his heart from pumping, his hair and nails from growing, and his eyes from blinking. He used this power both as a means to make money as a street-side performer, and to escape the hard times, waiting to re-engage in life when things had simmered down. Unfortunately this power had to be used in moderation. If he waited too long to start breathing again his body could atrophy and he would be stuck in that spot forever, his upturned hat on the sidewalk brimming fuller and fuller with money that he would never have the chance to use.
His brother, Keremiah Buttocks had a very strange skill. He was always an avid reader, and he came to realize his powers one night when he fell asleep with an open book resting on his belly. When he awoke he felt different. He looked down to find that his body had transformed into the long-bearded wizard, Gandalf, from the story he had been reading late into the night. His only thought was how grateful he was for not having been reading Metamorphosis. What a nightmare that would be. He experimented with this new found ability and slept with a different book open on his belly each night. He could do whatever he wished as the character he woke up to be, but it only lasted until he needed to urinate. As soon as he emptied his bladder, the transformation reversed and he was back to his normal self. As you might have guessed, because he enjoyed playing the roles of his favorite characters, he opted to not drink the whole day, in hopes of sustaining the fantasies longer.

I'll explain the girls' powers next post.

It goes on and on my friends.

Last night at a friend's house a group of girls gathered to read excerpts from brilliant writers and poems by both silly and profound poets. As it turned out we were all menstruating, so it became a perfect chance to share the discomfort and heightened emotions.

I read a poem by Allen Ginsburg and since I've recently realized the lagging pain of a breakup from months ago, a breakup I honestly still wish could be mended, I read the second half through tears.
Here it is:

Lack Love
Love wears down to bare truth
My heart hurt me much in youth
Now I hear my real heart beat
Strong and hollow thump of meat

I felt my heart wrong as an ache
Sore in dreams and raw awake
I'd kiss each new love on the chest
Trembling hug him breast to breast

Kiss his belly, kiss his eye
Kiss his ruddy boyish thigh
Kiss his feet kiss his pink cheek
Kiss behind him naked meek

Now I lie alone, and a youth
Stalks my house, he won't in truth
Come to bed with me, instead
Loves the thoughts inside my head

He knows how much I think of him
Holds my heart his painful whim
Looks thru me with mocking eyes
Steals my feelings, drinks and lies

Till I see Love's empty Truth
Think back on heart broken youth
Hear my heart beat red in bed
Thick and living, love rejected.

I don't know. I'm not usually that sappy, at least not on the outside, but it felt good to publicly wallow in it for a night.

Then this morning, my sadness hangover combined with my having to run out the door ten minutes after waking, and my lack of skill with oils, made painting class nearly intolerable. I sat there, struggling to make a painting I could stand to look at, wanting to cry.
But 6 hours later, a group of us were off to Seattle for some art gallery explorations and that was awesome. The art wasn't that great, but being in a group of friends and communally ragging on it was incredible. (Some of it was sweet, just the majority was not.)

P.s. Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, but they'll continue singing it forever just because it is the song that never ends...





...I don't know why but that song came to my head.

Fingertip Land

There was once a very extremely tiny village that resided in a speck on a young man's fingertip. In that village there lived, amongst many others, two boys by the names of Frenn Dewcomer, Keremiah Buttocks, and two girls, Porina Torch, and Sky-a-melton.
Everyone is this village had superpowers,
and I will detail them later because I'm tired right now...