i woke up in a cold sweat

okay, so sometimes stella isn't the rational woman she usually is. those times happen most often just when she's woken up.

this morning, i stayed in bed a little longer than usual and dozed back off. bad idea. i always have those weird sort-of-in-sort-of-out dreams, and they're never good. this one started alright. i was with dev, we were happy to see each other, a little of this, a little of that, and somehow or other there was the chance for me to see a little extra skin. in my dream.

in the nightmare that took the place of that nice little dozing dream, that little extra skin had some weird colored marks on it. i picked up dev's shirt, and there were dozens DOZENS!! of awful, bright tatoos. he was covered in warner brothers characters and a comic-strip-style montage of an homage to terence malick films. what the fuck? the space on his back on which it would make sense to put a big old carp was taken up by an enormous yosemite sam. in my nightmare, i started to cry, and when he asked what my problem was, i replied, "YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AT THEM ALL THE TIME!" good lord.

the worst part? as soon as i woke up, i called dev and asked, "you haven't gotten any more tatoos, have you?" don't worry, all, he has not.