Today I woke moaning from a strange dream. It was a rather incomprehensible dream. But I remember it vividly. A dream with a really bad aftertaste. I became ultra-depressed upon waking up, wondering why in the world I did something like that in my dream.... I told people about this, and they, appalled, said "You're worried about your dream?" Hmmm, it's not that I worry about it. But usually, when I'm having a good dream, I can freely make up the story to my liking. But I can't control bad dreams and dreams I don't like. I wonder why that is... [Bad dreams] always leave behind this ominous feeling [inside me], and are still burnt in my mind even after I wake up. Well, the content of the dream itself wasn't all that complicated, but it was a dream full of my arrogance, which is what I hate the most about myself. There was no reason for me to do something like that.... I hurt someone in my dream. And this was made even worse by the person being my staff. When I meet this staff member today, I will offer my apology first of all. Then, if he looks at me funny, I guess I'll give him a tight hug and say "Thanks" or something. I guess it's safe to say he'll definitely give me a funny look... But this may actually be some kind of a sign... Maybe I'll hug him for a minute or so and say "Hmmm, thanks" or something. I guess people around us will think we're strange men embracing each other. Now, I'll pull myself together, change the mood, and go clean the tombstone. The rehearsals for the play will start soon, so I have to properly pray for safety and success [for the play]. I have to pay my proper respect to my late grandfather and ancestors, especially because it's been a while. Alright, I'll pull through another day somehow~~~~~ [said in Okinawa dialect, and not in a desperate way but in a rather humorous, defiant way].
Oh, GACKT..... ;_____;♥