March 16, 2010 Koreans, Corsets, and Tattoos

Try blurring your eyes till the pictures blend for an accurate representation of my in-dream secret agent persona.

Secret Agents wear Southern Corsets

Dreamer's Note: (Everything in parenthesis is my retrospective commentary, as sometimes dream things make sense to me in the dreams but not while I'm awake)

I found myself walking down building and tree-shaded street. The place was a strange cross between a suburb of Los Angeles and the corn Fields of Indiana. It had a quiet and dusty presence, like a place that no one knew about for years. Apparently this carried on to the towns around it since there were several directional signs with city names crossed out saying 'city closed'. Strangely though, there was a steady stream of people walking in one direction, opposite of the direction I was walking. I noticed they were almost all Korean.

Immediately I realized I was a secret agent of some sort, gathering intelligence. I knew this because I was wearing a very busty corset-like southern dress, with pants on underneath. (See, the dress was the disguise and everyone knows agents wear pants) Unfortunately the pants kept falling down and bunching at my feet, making it hard to walk. I decided this might blow my cover, so I quickly walked into the nearest bathroom off the sidewalk. It was a vast bathroom of basketball court proportions, with 2-3 women milling about it constantly. I quickly fixed my clothing when I was suddenly confronted by my husband who had become a tattoo artist (? I didn't get it either) and apparently didn't recognize me incognito.

"Did you get my station ready yet?" He impatiently implored me. I told him to hold on a moment while I quickly made like I was getting it ready.

I didn't want to blow my cover after all.

For some reason, part of my job was to collect stickers I found hidden amongst the tattoo art samples and place them on my back while I gathered his tattooing supplies. I was 3 stickers ahead of another assistant (who was apparently my rival) when the walls of the tattoo shop/bathroom came down. The sky outside was starry and beautiful.... While I was distracted, the assistant stole my last sticker. I was so furious I challenged her to a horseless joust (I thought this was a brilliant idea, considering riding horses can be dangerous). She kept running away from me with her jousting stick which frustrated me, but I chased her off (Which was a good thing considering she had the hots for my tattoo artist husband).

Conclusion: In the end my mission was apparently successful because I threw off my dress, revealed my true identity, and felt very proud of myself. After my husband recognized me we hugged and he gave me the last sticker. All in all this dream was entertaining to remember, but somewhat annoying.. I don't enjoy people stealing my stickers.