Tattoos and Other Things.

I dreamed that I was travelling with several drug dealers. One of them had a young son who he sent out to sell drugs on the streets for him. The drug dealers knew that the police had surveillance cameras in their house and so they were careful not to do anything in their house that would give them away. One day they left the little boy alone in the house and he was playing cops and robbers and making a dialogue which had to do with the drugs. He was pretending to be the cops and he pulled out his Dad's stash and was pretending to seize it. I could see this happening from both the boy's perspective and the cops'. The cops thought it was very funny and ironic.

The drug dealers, upon coming home to discover that this boy had exposed the whole stash, packed up their shit and got in a big truck. I was on the truck for some reason. I was trying to find a place to sit in the truck which was packed with trash and there were very few seats, several of which were unattached. The back door was open though I don't understand why there was a back door when it was a big mac truck, the sort which usually do not have doors on the sides because they are shipping trucks.

Anyway, we are driving in this truck and we pull into some fast food place to get something to eat and the cops are there waiting to arrest us. I, being myself, and not being a part of the drug ring, am let free. I end up at my house where I find that I am trying to write a book. Only, the computer is very fussy and it won't work the way I want it to. There are glasses of wine everywhere and the more wine glasses I pick up the more appear out of thin air. I get bored of this quickly and I am suddenly at someone's birthday party which is happening in my house only I didn't know about it. I am riddled with guilt at not having brought them a birthday gift and I am rifling through old postcards like the sort they sell at Second Story Books, trying to find a fitting one to give to this person for her birthday. I finally give up after realizing I don't know her and I go to another room which is my room and is attached to her room without a door.

I enter my room and Julian is there and I am shocked because in the dream I didn't realize that he and I had been speaking again. We were laying in bed and he was showing me the tattoos that he had covering his whole chest and half of his back and his arms. They were cherry blossoms and some scene of the sea. I asked him why he did that and how he afforded it and he told me that it was fake. I looked at it a bit closer and realized that it was indeed fake which is why it looked so good because it was white paint and it stood out very starkly against his skin. I beleive his skin was much darker as well. We were laying in bed holding each other and talking and he was showing me all of these weird weapons that he had purchased in Africa, strange medieval looking things. All of the sudden Rob comes in and Julian his beneath the covers. Rob kept trying to pull the covers up and figure out what was going on and I wouldn't let him. He told me that we were through and left the room. I looked at Julian with a look of saddness and we returned to talking.