You know, I'm still only partially convinced that there's something to this whole dream thing. I could've just gotten so drunk I don't remember getting this tattoo on my arm. But considering it's the same mark I have in the dreams, it's probably not a coincidence.
So, I'm a Valkyrie, apparently. Kind of like in Norse mythology, but in my dreams they're more protectors of Asgard than choosers of the slain or whatever. Plus, I am about as non-Norse-looking as you could get.