dreamed last night i had gotten tattoos everywhere. text, pictures. they were around my trunk, my thigh. all black, delicate lines. it didn't hurt.
probably memories of the acupuncture treatment from yesterday evening. the needles didn't hurt, but you felt them going in. pressure, a prick, and then an awareness that they were there. my back feeling like a map with an invisible message, the whole surface activated and sensitive. like fred sandback's yarn pieces that create invisible walls and planes by delineating their edges. you feel a strange resistance when you walk through the empty space between them.
the night before i had another bee dream. in the building where we were staying (memories of the mansion in rhode island where i spent last weekend) there was an enormous hive growing on the roof. the storm knocked it over. i went out to look at the empty husk, but the homeless angry bees were still guarding it. they swarmed me. i ran back inside, all stung up.