[I'm in general indifferent to tattoos so I wonder why I dreamt about them]
It was day time and I was in an open land. There were a tree and a concrete bench. The chair next to that gave the impression of an open air barber's shop. The tattoo artist asked me to sit in the chair. I don't remember what I was wearing. But I thought of tattooing the lower legs. They appeared shaven and lighter toned instead of the actual hairy dark legs. I don't remember seeing the artist or their tools. I suppose I was asked whether I would like to have something. I said I'd have a sandwich from Subway.
Then I woke up.
It was day time and I was in an open land. There were a tree and a concrete bench. The chair next to that gave the impression of an open air barber's shop. The tattoo artist asked me to sit in the chair. I don't remember what I was wearing. But I thought of tattooing the lower legs. They appeared shaven and lighter toned instead of the actual hairy dark legs. I don't remember seeing the artist or their tools. I suppose I was asked whether I would like to have something. I said I'd have a sandwich from Subway.
Then I woke up.
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