I have often dabbled with the thought of a tattoo. Something small, subtle and meaningful. I was quite keen on a wrist tattoo in white ink but then had 3 kids and ran out of wrists. :-)
Last night I had a dream that I was being tattoo-ed. I think it was a dragon or a chameleon. The tat was supposed to be small, on my ankle - all of a sudden I noticed he was doing it huge, on my shin!
My horror was overwhelming as I realised that this could not be undone. I was marked for life with this thing. I was so panicked and grief-stricken at the decision I had made and the mistake he had made.
My relief upon waking was monumental. I will never have the indecision again. To tat or not to tat is not a question I will ever be asking myself again.
Do you have any tattoos?