Actually, no, I don’t think I have had a dream about a doll, but I have had tattoo dreams. In these dreams, I either am getting, or have gotten huge tattoos that cover like, every inch of the torso. And, I am usually explaining to others why I got them.
Some of these dreams have been so real, I wake up and look for the new ink.
I even remember feeling bad that the new tattoos ruined the older tats, and that I am going to look like a side show attraction. In one dream, my buddies were afraid we weren’t gonna get out of the biker tattoo parlor alive.
What’s funny about that, is, the place where I got most of my work done was owned by a biker that ran with a group called “Hell’s Children.” I worked with his son, a bare knuckle brawler for cash, later turned into a druggie, so I had to part with him. My artist was a amputee that had two bikes (scooters) (motorcycles) in his shop.
He had a Tucan bird that he trained to wolf whistle and say, “hey baby, show me your tits”
He had some of my tats on their website. He died from a stoke after some bad coke. I parted ways with them soon after that, never been back. I learned later, the owner died of old age. Now I got no ties to them. Maybe for the better.
I had worked with 3 other guys who were affiliated with the local Hell’s Angels, of course, you stayed on their good side....
I got rid of them too, now I don’t look over my shoulder so much. It’s better.
Maybe the longer I own my dolls, I will dream about them, and not just daydreaming.
