Last night (or maybe it was the night before...I'm not quite sure), I dreamed that I was pregnant with the child of one of my exes. Imagine my dismay when I then discovered that I had the name of another ex prominently tattooed on my ass. And while staring into the mirror, I thought, "Oh, God, now everyone will know." As I was not really thinking about either ex, I really have no idea why I dreamed this. Here is what it says about tattoos in the online dream dictionary that I googled:
To dream that you have tattoos, signifies that some urgent and difficult business will call you away from your home for an extended period of time. It may also signal a new stage in your life.
Here is what it says about pregnancy:
To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.
So, I still have no idea what that means. My subconscious does not seem to remember that I do not like ambiguity; I need to know things.
I saw the Stanley Cup on Friday, at the Durham Bulls game. Since I am a big dork, I thought it was really cool, and even passed up a girls night out at the sex toy store to go. (Although it turns out they didn't go and we are going to go later. The Bulls were playing the Richmond Braves, and Dax Norris is STILL playing in the Atlanta organization. And Kevin Witt got a triple, which is sort of astounding, actually, but the Bulls lost anyway. They kind of suck. I can't get into them.)
And, there were post-game fireworks:
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