félicité nivea

It’s a small dream I had some weeks after having had my first tattoo of her name written over the articulation of my right thumb. I hesitated to write it down here since I thought it had no particular importance or meaning for months, but with hindsight there might have been something quite funny about it akin to the kind of cheeky and subtle humor I imagine Felicia would have.

I was somehow lain on the floor as if it was on my own bed in the middle of nowhere — but in fact amidst an empty space made of white light. Once again.

I then saw a very tall woman walking towards me — from afar she looked like a 19th Century elder lady wearing a sage green dress envelopping her thin body from the shoulders to the ankles. Before she appeared, I felt like she somehow was in a room with other women, like doing a break in the middle of a meeting. She seemed quite buzy, but as I was in her way, as soon as she spotted me, she allowed herself to suddenly bend and crouch down on me…

I saw that she actually looked like Felicia when it came to her face and very light ash blonde hair color, and actually much younger like in her early 20s, as she was revealing me her slender face upclose with a charming pale skin, seemingly reaching it to me like she wanted me to kiss her on the cheek. Yet, I saw she had the name FELICIA written over the edge of her sharp jawline on the left side as she turned her face on her right, with the letters styled as if a child wrote her name in tall capital letters on her skin, or designed like claw tearings in an aesthetic way : A bold and « modern » mark that contrasted with her romantic robe, was it a wedding one or not, and I think most importantly that was supposed to be readable in contrast to my own, very italic, tattoo. Since it was indeed a tattoo, that she had on her face.

So I just raised my right hand to show her the one with her name I’ve just had myself : Except the name was gone, and something else was written in small letters on it in Italian (the tattooist who made me this tattoo is Italian), something like « Scusa, io non sapevo » for « Sorry, I didn’t know about it » — I clearly red « non sapevo » but the beginning of the sentence was indistinct, in even smaller letters in the hollow between my thumb and index, if it was meant to be a full sentence anyway. I got confused by this abnormal detail and woke up.

Did she want me to kiss her in acknowledgement for the tattoo ?