dreams about ink

dreams about ink

This morning I woke up from a dream that I was a fish who had to draw circles on other fish and then kill them for the oxygen in their bodies, which would turn the circles into bubbles as it escaped. That was weird, so my other dream snuck into my conscious mind undetected. I was thinking as I had my coffee that I want to ask my parents for some bookbinding supplies for my birthday, which is coming up, until I realized that I just dreamed that I want to ask for that – but I do love books, and crafting, and I’ve been curious about bookbinding in the past, so…

My conscious mind thinks I want to learn to tattoo, though even that I feel a bit iffy about. It’s an appealing idea, but I’m not sure if my hands are steady enough or even how great I’ll be about dealing with blood, so I’ve put off acting on that for a long time. I’ve thought about it again and again over the years, though, so I think I’m finally going to go ahead with it and see what happens. Not sure my parents would like to support that plan, though, so bookbinding may be on the horizon as well.