Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2009 19:20:52 GMT -5
When finally he fully succeeded in making his dream a reality, he was immersed in beatitude.
From the journal of Masaya Mikami
27/7/09 – night before Blast
I remember a dream I had last night. There was a woman. Petite, blond. Natural, I assume. You don't really think about those things in dreams. Either way, she looked good. She sounded good. And there was that aura about her, the kind that causes you to always want to be around a person. She wanted to help me with my mission. Not for the good of the world, or the WCF, or anyone above me, but just for me. Jackpot, right? But in the dream, the only thoughts I had were, how can I use this girl? How can I get her to help me reach my goals? And how do I get rid of her when I'm finished?
I knew from the start that I would have to make myself callous in order to do what needs to be done. But I had always assumed that I would be able to go back to the way things were afterwards. What if I can't?
I don't know if this dream has anything to do with what's been going on lately. I failed in my primary mission. I lost to Torture. Now I have a title match tomorrow, against Allen Guiliano. He has come out of nowhere to start off an undefeated streak. Just like I did. Normally, I would not be too worried. But I feel distracted. I think that's the best word for it. I never understood how anyone could be focused on anything outside of what's in front of them. How could you possibly think of something else when you're fighting in the ring? Now I know. Torture. S.K. And I'll probably still be thinking about that stupid dream.
Either way, I'm probably done for after tomorrow night. If I hate myself this much for having lost to Torture, I can't even imagine how he feels. I just hope that somehow, he will at least tell me what the plan is. And maybe, though I dare not hope for it, I can get one more shot at Torture someday.
From the journal of Masaya Mikami
27/7/09 – night before Blast
I remember a dream I had last night. There was a woman. Petite, blond. Natural, I assume. You don't really think about those things in dreams. Either way, she looked good. She sounded good. And there was that aura about her, the kind that causes you to always want to be around a person. She wanted to help me with my mission. Not for the good of the world, or the WCF, or anyone above me, but just for me. Jackpot, right? But in the dream, the only thoughts I had were, how can I use this girl? How can I get her to help me reach my goals? And how do I get rid of her when I'm finished?
I knew from the start that I would have to make myself callous in order to do what needs to be done. But I had always assumed that I would be able to go back to the way things were afterwards. What if I can't?
I don't know if this dream has anything to do with what's been going on lately. I failed in my primary mission. I lost to Torture. Now I have a title match tomorrow, against Allen Guiliano. He has come out of nowhere to start off an undefeated streak. Just like I did. Normally, I would not be too worried. But I feel distracted. I think that's the best word for it. I never understood how anyone could be focused on anything outside of what's in front of them. How could you possibly think of something else when you're fighting in the ring? Now I know. Torture. S.K. And I'll probably still be thinking about that stupid dream.
Either way, I'm probably done for after tomorrow night. If I hate myself this much for having lost to Torture, I can't even imagine how he feels. I just hope that somehow, he will at least tell me what the plan is. And maybe, though I dare not hope for it, I can get one more shot at Torture someday.
