Dreadlocked Dreams
There is this dream I keep having. In it, I am getting married to some dreadlocked dude with tattoos snaking from his neck to his face. We live in a Volkswagen van and I wear flowers in my hair.
In real life, this is problematic on so many levels. For one, I do not believe in marriage and even if by some miracle I change my mind about it, my mother will kill me before she lets me marry someone who matches her definition of a druggie. I also do not approve of uprooting plants and flowers for aesthetic purposes and besides, flower-in-the-hair is so not my style. But I guess I'm fine with living in a VW van. I've always wanted to paint on the outside of one.
But I have to wonder: why do I keep having that dream? Is my subconscious, or perhaps a higher power, trying to tell me something? Like maybe I haven't yet fully recovered from my Jason Castro rabid fan-girl phase?
Whatever it is, I've decided not to make too much out of it. Still, every time I meet someone with dreads and tattoos, I find myself telling him determinedly in my mind, "Nope, I will not marry you."
In real life, this is problematic on so many levels. For one, I do not believe in marriage and even if by some miracle I change my mind about it, my mother will kill me before she lets me marry someone who matches her definition of a druggie. I also do not approve of uprooting plants and flowers for aesthetic purposes and besides, flower-in-the-hair is so not my style. But I guess I'm fine with living in a VW van. I've always wanted to paint on the outside of one.
But I have to wonder: why do I keep having that dream? Is my subconscious, or perhaps a higher power, trying to tell me something? Like maybe I haven't yet fully recovered from my Jason Castro rabid fan-girl phase?
Whatever it is, I've decided not to make too much out of it. Still, every time I meet someone with dreads and tattoos, I find myself telling him determinedly in my mind, "Nope, I will not marry you."
posted by loffy at
7:34 AM
