Tattoo

Last night I had a dream, and in my dream, someone complimented me on my tattoo. In real life, I don't have a tattoo, but I've always wanted one.

Back to my dream: In my dream, I said to the person paying me the compliment, "It's pretty, isn't it?" At that point, I looked over my shoulder and behind me. The tattoo was stunning--vibrant flowers in a cluster at my back upper thigh, tied loosely with a colorful green, pink, and blue ribbon that ran all the way down the back of my leg, ending in a curl at my ankle. It was spectacular.

Mostly I'm amazed that my imagination is that good.