I was getting out of the shower, and I went to look in the mirror while I was drying myself (I do that 'cause I'm crap at drying my hair so it's great for reference) and notice a large gash down my shoulder. It looked rather deep, but wasn't bleeding or anything. I start poking at it curiously, and it hurts a little, but not much. Surprisingly, I pay little attention to it, so I turn to grab the towel. When I look back, another one had formed. So, I take a closer look at the original one, and notice that there was another layer of skin beneath it (if you've ever bitten skin off your fingers, you'll know what I mean). So, I poke around at it a bit more, and the skin starts coming loose and peeling off. Because I'm really annoyed by dead skin, I begin peeling it off. And I slowly peel away that entire layer of skin. Somewhat worried, I begin awkwardly trying to put it back on to no avail. And, then I began going about life as normal, looking kind of odd from the fact that I peeled away a whole layer of skin.
I went to school, but nothing really interesting happened. Nobody seemed to notice it. When I got home, I looked in the mirror again, to see if it was healing. Turns out the gash was back. That's where the dream ended. Not because I wanted it to, but because the sunlight woke me up.