In my dream...I was a different person. The person I was in my dream was desperately opposing everything, Conformity meant comfort, and comfort meant loss of motivation.

"There's someone I need to kill..." There person in my dream mumbled to himself. And yet...that strong man in my dream was crying inside; because of the destruction that kept him running foreward.

In my dream, it was very dark and scary. But the person I was in my dream was fearlessly searching for his light. Even the chains which held him could not suffocate the fire of youth within him.

"I'll rise above Everything!" the person in my dream chanted in his head. I wanted to reach him to him, to tell him it would all work out; that he could rest. But the person in my dream would just have told me to get some where safe.

In my dream, I was a seeing with new eyes. The eyes were tainted with justice and virtue, unlike I was used to. He was comfortable, but still driven by past uncertainty.

The person in my dream, was suddenly met by a wild animal beyond reason or purpose, surviving on pride and power. The person in my dream rose up in valient opposition of the rampaging beast, violently and dangerously battling with him.

The person I was in my dream, found respect for the wounded beast before him, remembering his own past of survival. He had grown to respect the beast, if not abhore him.