I had gone to pay for a tattoo. During the dream, I had a fragmented memory of actually receiving the tattoo, but everywhere I went I was being corralled into confrontations with roaming gangs and I didn't understand why. I found out later that the tattoo artist had given me a discrete marking on my fingernail, it looked like a valley spanning the length of the nail. This symbol was apparently conveying messages to others who had the same marking.Through my run-ins with gangs, I became involved in one called the "Tibetan Liberation Army." In seeking to liberate the Tibetans from Chinese oppression, we organized with different groups. I was meeting with a student group at a local university and they wanted to engage a hunger strike. I volunteered to join with a number of other students, because for a reason I don't remember, they strictly wanted vegetarians. In planning the action, I remember multiple people discussing stopping the hunger strike after a number of days if our demands weren't meant, if people became too hungry, or if they needed to go to work. I became very irate that they were more concerned with being comfortable than achieving our objective and I launched into a expletive-laden tirade against the group and disrupted the entire campaign. In a very caustic and angry manner, I criticized those in the group for succumbing to weakness and losing vision. I remember my grandpa was attending the meeting and was embarrassed that I cursed so much. In our militant break-out cell, we marched around to different areas to intimidate our enemies and the authorities with our weapons and presence.
Tibetan Liberation Army
