Dreamweaving* = Nic and I both had dreams about tattooing, on consecutive nights from one another’s. There is some potent energy at work here; it only gets stronger as we all get closer. The threads of our generation, we are all woven closer to each other and closer to our ancestors – intertwined by our dreams, blood and ink.
Yesterday, I went to my friend Mike’s house for his birthday. Another of our friends, Nicanor, was up from LA to visit and tattoo some folks. For Mike’s birthday, Nic gave him a tattoo. A few of us gathered to hang out and be present during the tatok ceremony. Prior to Nicanor’s arrival, I had a vivid, beautiful dream about tattooing. It may have been my subconscious reflecting my intuitive energy back to me in a visual way; it might also be a message from the ancestors. The scene was as such –
I remember rushing with urgency to be somewhere. In my dream I was running – actually running quickly – not the slow motion, sluggish-leg, dream state running. I was charging down a rolling, grassy hill until, finally, I reached a meadow. When the hill leveled out, it was as if I broke through a barrier – some permeable bubble, that once I stepped through it, all senses came to life. The soft, baby-grass-green underfoot; the electrified blue of the sky overhead. The whisper of wind through the trees; the kiss of sun on my skin. When I arrived, a group of friends were sitting in a circle on woven mats in the grass. I was the last to take my place, completing the circle. As I sat upon the mat, the voices and laughter of the circle rang like a melody – there were no words; everything was communicated through song, smiles and eyes. As I looked around, we all had markings on our bodies as if to gather as one family. Off in the corner was Nicanor tattooing and working away with several people around him. There was a hint at a ceremony or ritual from what I could tell in my periphery. As I turned my focus back to the group, in my dream, I closed my eyes. It was then that I woke up.
When I left my room, now in my waking state, I went to facebook and found Nicanor’s post about beginning his journey up to the Bay Area and manifesting growth through tattooing. I wrote that I had dreamt about it, and he immediately messaged me to ask what it was. It was then that I gave him the story of my dream.
The next night, Nicanor had a dream about carrying the responsibility of his tattooing practice. I cannot speak for his dream, but as he described it to me with such spirit, there was a very strong, very profound message for him. When he woke, his friend who tattoos in the traditional manner (hand-tap) in the Philippines reached out to him through Facebook, similar to the way Nic reached out to me the day previous. The day after Nic’s dream, he tattooed Mike and they gave a ritual food offering to the ancestors. And wouldn’t you know it, I was the last to arrive. Mike’s tattoo includes two words written in baybayin: “infinite” and “mystery.” …There are too many parallels between our experiences to be coincidence.