Tomato Pirate.

Morning at the Spears’ house:

Me, laying in bed with my laptop: Brian, what should I write about today?

Brian: I don’t know.  Let me kiss the baby.

I lifted my shirt; he kissed my belly.

Then we discussed our schedule this weekend, trying to pinpoint an ideal time to celebrate my little brother’s birthday.

Here’s what’s fresh on my mind this morning: my dream from last night.

For the record, I’m not one to typically make dreams public.  I find them to be deeply personal (sometimes more personal than I realize).  To me, sharing a dream in public can almost feel like confessing hidden places of the heart that I don’t even know exist yet.

But today’s was enjoyable enough on a surface level that I’d like to share the highlights:

My friend, Adele, and I went to Berryville, VA hoping to get tattoos.  Whether or not we’d be successful in the venture really depended on Jason’s schedule and the difficulty of our tattoos.

I assured him that this time my idea wasn’t complicated (like the knitting tattoo).  No, I wanted an hourglass-shaped tomato.  This tomato was a female pirate with a pirate’s hat tipped to one side of her head.

It seemed that the best place to put this Tomato Pirate was inside my upper arm.  (Though I was concerned that it’d look tacky when I dressed up.)  Yes, I wanted to go through with this in spite of the fact that I was pregnant, but not showing.  Jason wasn’t able to tattoo me that day, so we left and eventually I fell asleep and had a dream within the dream.  

In my dream’s dream, I saw how ridiculous this tattoo looked on my body.

I awoke from the dream within a dream and saw Jason later, telling him that I hoped he’d let me know if something that I wanted looked completely and utterly stupid.  It seemed that he was so maxed out and in such high demand that he didn’t have the energy to form an opinion.

Finally I awoke from the dream altogether and spent a good part of my morning amused by the concept of a female tomato dressed like a pirate.