Blagh. So... tired. Gonig mad. Emotionally drained. So stressed..... Hair's going white. =.=;;
First thing's first. ONANI MASTER KUROSAWA. This is undoubtedly one of, if not THE best manga I have ever read. Ever. It has a questionable description that may turn aside the occasional-yet-unenthusiastic reader, but should you persevere and read the manga in its entirety, a short 4 volumes followed by a 20-or-so page after-story, you will be treater to one of the most amazing stories out there. Apart from being an amazing tale of vengeance, spite and redemption, it is also an emotional rollercoaster that is not to be missed.
After spending Saturday night reading OMK, I decided that after studying on Sunday I'd get some sleep, and went to bed early (for me) at 11:40. Little did I know that this would lead to one hell of a night.
After 20 minutes of lying in bed trying to get to sleep, I awoke unrefreshed. At 3:30. AM. This, of course, left me in no better mood or state of rest than the past few days, that is to say, highly irritable and rather exhausted. Going back to bed almost immediately, I found myself awake once again at 5:30am, after having one hell of a strange dream. Once again returning to my elusive sleep, I finally slept (relatively) peacefully until 10am, effectively killing my chances for some last minute morning study.
Sigh. Exams in one more day.
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The Dream. (Note - it's mildly bloody.)
I strode alongside Lachlan and the leader, three men amidst a column of thousands, if not millions. In a line as wide as about ten or fifteen men, and as long both forwards and backwards as far as the eye could see, hundreds upon hundreds of people strode across the featureless desert. No-one said it, but I knew inexplicably that we were going to war. The ground itself was flat, dry, hard and dusty, only covered in a pale brown dirt. Although the landscape was largely flat, at some point it had sundered across a line, creating a shelf of sorts, a wide path leading from one flat plain to another.
As my two companions and I reached the lower shelf, a cry went up from somewhere, I know not who it was or where it originated, only that it held the message of 'Charge!' As one, each and every member of the column began to trot or run. At that point I realised that almost every man was equipped one way or another with a weapon, often naught more than a spade that had been slung across their back. Drawing his axe and breaking into a run himself, my leader to my left shouted, "Well then lads, why aren't you killing someone?" and promptly slashed someone across the back, presumably killing him. Lachlan, to my right, began to shout and drew the spade that he had slung over his back, and ran out of the column of people. Hefting his spade, he flung it, aiming at someone in front of him. The crowd had erupted in violence and everyone everywhere was either still running forwards or attacking anybody near them. As soon as that instant passed, people filled in the gap between Lachlan and myself and I lost sight of him.
Facing forwards once again, I saw a man in front of me and before another thought crossed my mind, I struck him across the back with the great-axe in my hands. However, he didn't die or fall and instead turned and ran towards me. With a shout of his own, the man hefted hiw own axe but rather than slash with it, he stabbed me with the flat head of the axe, the edge impacting with my throat. I staggered to my right, but stayed standing. The first thoughts that flew through my head were
, "I haven't been decapitated!" and
"I'm still alive!". It was at that point that I realised that I was bleeding profusely from my neck. I coughed, and a torrent of blood spewed from my mouth. As I fell, people around me crumpled under horrific, bloody wounds and fell beside me, either dead or dying soon after. Someone came up behind me and asked, "Hey, are you alright?" but I didn't answer. As I hit the ground, I saw a man land next to me. Crimson liquid coated his body, and I realised in horror that his face had been stripped off, leaving his skull exposed in a horrific grin. Somehow, I remained convinced that I wasn't going to die, even as I crumpled and blood continued to flood from my neck and my mouth as I coughed and attempted to breathe, without success. Seconds later, all was black as death claimed me.
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I have the most screwed up dreams.
