A Wild Dream

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Meant to be posted on January.

Dreams are crazy, mad and totally bizarre, but what I had last night was so weird. Real even.

It was...

Many of the people I knew, grown up, in jobs, with their lives. Some according to the things they'd said they would like to be.

I believe I remember almost every detail of the dream.

I was first in a presentation in a big company, in the Presidential Office. And it was Kanato. Seemed like his ability in math served him well, as it was one of the richest companies in a country. Hah, his fancy coat and hair well done, bearded, but comical as always.

Then Misore, she was a lawyer in a judgement hall, debating for the client like a beast. I never imagined the blonde girl with makeup or a business dress.

Kween was a coach, he was really strong, still wore those glasses of his as he did push-ups in the ground without any effort, motivating everyone to the good way; not like him at all.

Gentoka was a basketball player, one of the best every seen, seemed like the leader of the team, and he looked really proud of himself when he held the cup in his arms, being cheered by everyone including his teammates; really like him.

Haku was a chef, swishing flames and knives as he methodically chopped all the vegetables. Can't recall what was his restaurant about, but I can really imagine him doing that, with that chef hat, a belly and making everyone, especially himself happy.

Elizabeth traveled the world and took photographies of the most beautiful views ever seen, with that she decided to make animations and became the best magazine publisher of the world.

Levi became a horror movie director, so greatly acknowledged by companies, he was so enthusiastic and a master on that, the story writer was him as well. He had that spark.

And then...


I saw a little me, she handed out a book that I believe was about dreams, when I opened it, I found a Legend of Zelda disc.

I saw her walking to a big company named "Nintendo", taking Miyamoto's hand, as she grew up, became adult, and...

... well I don't know the rest, I think that's what I have to find out.

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