Familiar Wings

First dream of the new year and it was epic. The tattoo dream, the dream of getting my wings, has turned into a dream of actually flying. I woke up from that stupid falling sensation again though... damnit.

I was standing on a hill as the sun was setting with Alice at my heels along with a few familiar stray cats. I watched the sun set while this golden wolf painted the colours in the sky. She poked her paintbrush at the tree above me and it burst into cherry blossom petals. I smiled and trotted down the hill into the shadows of the forest. I spoke to an old oak tree who continued the conversation with the cats as I continued down the path. He told me that I should feel, never stop feeling, he said.

I went home to get ready. I threw on that fancy shirt and skirt I wore at Scott's party with a fancier corset. I tied a red ribbon around my neck just as a knock echoed from the door. Martin waved, I noticed his skeleton gloves had a bit of a blacklight glow. I threw my arms around him and kissed him gently. We hopped in his car and drove down these weird roads. By weird I mean, occasionally brick, or checkered or fishnet... strange junk.

By the time we arrived at our destination the night was quite alive. The sky was lit by millions of stars and I waved to the moon. When I looked back Martin was gone. Before I could call out for him, I was ushered forward by, I guess, a very demented Nikolai Diablo.

"Come in! Come in!" He said and everything afterwards was a strange rhyme and had a tune. He showed me around and introduced me to some interesting ghosts, ghouls and fiends. He introduced each spectacular performance as we walked by - from ladies dining on various insects to card tricks and strange beasts like a manticore.

I thanked him for the company and for the honour of viewing his show. He waved good bye as I entered an amusement park. There I met with my friends and we went on all kinds of rides - roller coasters flying on invisible tracks, laser tag, horse back riding on the beach, this weird ride based on a pinball machine. Finally, we rode a carousel. I thought to myself how so many people think carousels are horrible because all they do is go round and round. Not me, however. Carousels are works of art, each individually crafted horse with its ornate dress, and the composed music. No, this wasn't one of those kiddie carousels. This was the real deal.

I part with my friends for the night and watched them go for awhile before stepping inside a candy-striped tent. Martin smiled warmly and I watched him prepare his materials. I undress leaving nothing but the red ribbon and my stockings. The tattoo is always the same. Brillliantly painful and beautiful all at once. Exquisite sensations like electricity. We have a conversation with an indigo lion throughout the tattooing. When I feel the cooling effect of his wings, I breathe again. This time, like the last, it starts with a twitch of pain and then something is ripping me apart. It hurts so bad but the release is amazing. The vibrant blue leathern wings stretch beautifully from my back. The rest of the spine design quite intact and very beautiful. Throwing my arms around my familiar, I thank him from the bottom of my heart. [I'm ommitting details from this piece].

Then we're flying. That's right. I dreamt we were flying and were joined by the indigo lion as he bounds alongside us on the clouds. I fly up to him and he wraps his arms around me and then we're free falling.