Strange Dream in Torridaussity Two

I know I need to do a proper update, but this comes first. I dreamt last night that I was out with my friends and we were painting the town red and we all got tattoos and I hated mine and wished I could cut my arm off. Then someone said something to me and I left the bar we were in and was back in my hometown lost and then they found me and I woke up. I never want a tattoo because I change my mind about what I like so often I would get it and then like in the dream would hate it. Bizarre. I do have a lot to say about my life and the next entry will be about it.