Dream of the Mark

I stood there examining my arm. I felt displeasure at finding a geometric triangle on my upper arm. I wondered to myself if my other arm had a similar fate. To my dismay, I found a marking similar to a neutral grey Chinese painting. It looked like spiraling clouds and large font Chinese calligraphy. I roared in frustration and rushed to the sink in the other room to try to wash the images from my skin. I rushed out, and then made a phone call.

"Not sure who drew on me but please assemble everyone of you before me pronto," I screeched into the earpiece.

"Okay," another voice resounded from the phone.

Not long after, I raised my sleeves and sent an icey glare at everyone. "Who did this?" my eyes sighted the wrong one and Hell felt like it froze over.

"Roar!" they all attacked me at once. I blocked their wild attempts to harm me. I felt a translucent small dragon crawling on the surface of my skin. I parted my lips and wild laughter left my lips. Everyone wanted to escape my wild attacks but to no avail. I was the Victor and they, the slain. I looked at the markings on my arms and saw them slowly fade before me.

Was this just a dream I marveled? I woke up in bed shaking cold and adrenaline causing my heart to beat faster.