I had a dream that I was getting my feet tattooed by an associate of my regular artist on the sidewalk steps of a comedy club I used to go to in Seattle. Somehow the tattoo morphed into henna and it was a cross hatch pattern of a torn sock, and then my regular tattoo artist asked me if I had be moisturizing my first tattoo lately. I told her I was and showed the side of my leg, there was a piece of dried skin, so I went to pull it off and my entire tattoo peeled off my leg like a sunburn. (More)