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I've been saying that I want a tattoo for some time, except I don't know what I want, and where I want it. Let alone the traumatizing thought of being poked by needles over and over again, as if blood donation wasn't bad enough.
So my dream the other night was set in a tattoo parlor. The ambience was dim with framed artwork/patterns all over the walls. Not to mention the neon "tattoo" signage on the windows, just like the one in Hangover 2 (given that it's the latest movie that I've watch with a tattoo parlor in it). There I was, lying on the bed, frantically flipping through the catalogue in hope of searching for something that made me inspired. The artist adjusted his sitting posture, with the needles in hand, ready to poke them into my skin.
I started screaming because the artist was leaving me no time to make up my mind. Then I woke up. Wonder if this is a sign that I should put this thought on hold......
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