So in my dream, out of nowhere, I decided to get a tattoo. Cambria told me she didn't care, and so I went to the tattoo parlor. I told him to just put whatever he wanted somewhere around my shoulders, biceps and the back of my neck. I ended up with some green flames that came from right below my hairline on my neck and followed my hair up and around under my ears. I had some weird gang symbol on my left upper arm that signified I was suddenly a member of some biker gang, with my new gang member number (212) etched on it too. On the right upper arm I had some sort of family shield.
I remember going home and showing Cambria. She took one look at them and plainly said, "They're ugly," and walked away. I looked in the bathroom mirror and agreed, especially the flames that couldn't be hidden by a shirt. I then began to think of ways I could get them off and realized just how permanent they were. I realized what I had done and sank to the bathroom floor weeping for the next hour.
When I woke up from the dream, I actually thought I had cried myself to sleep and was waking up the night I got the tattoos. I felt so horrible yet so relieved when I realized it was all a dream. As I sat there in bed, all I could do was to pray. I guess in a way I felt the remorse of actually getting a tattoo and then regretting it afterwards. I promised God I would never disrespect my body by doing that. I don't know much about dreams, what they mean, or if God has much of a hand in them, but I felt like I learned a life lesson I would have never learned otherwise, since I would never get a tattoo.
I got up and got a drink, then went back to bed. It is always a comfort to see Cambria next to me as well. At that point I felt totally fine and relaxed. I fell right back to sleep with my arm around my sweetheart.
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