Dark Mark

Date: 11/4/2019

i was a witch in the harry potter world and i was in a class along with some other wizards and witches taught by either Dumbledore or shape. in the class we had to get by this supposedly deadly snake and most of the their kids got past it but me. the professor offered to give me a dark mark tattoo, which would mean that i could get by the snake without harm. being the fool that i am, i took the mark. later on, i was at home with my mom and my siblings in our old house in boston’s kitchen. a snake similar to the one in the class was there, and my mom burned its head off of its body. then she said, “it’s a good thing no one here has a dark mark. otherwise, if we had died, they’d have gone to hell.” and then i realized oh crap this dark mark on my arm is bad news and i don’t want to go to hell. so i spent the rest of the dream trying to get the mark off of my arm. i went to a place where i could cover up the tattoo, and ran into this girl who directed me to a woman who could supposedly help me. i asked that woman if she could remove a tattoo but the dark mark tattoo does not come off. i researched it and it turned out that the dark mark is permanent and there is nothing i could do to remove it. then i woke up sad