This dream, as far as I can recall, begins with me watching a video thru something that it could perfectly be Mantrul's webcomic site. Darkened room, a grim ambiance for a grim dream.
First image: an extreme close up of a pair of legs, in black and white. In the background you can see a quite humble cottage.
Deafening noise, and blinding light.
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| Could this be him? |
The left leg exploded as if it was ripped apart from the inside out, splattering red on everything, the only colour in the "video".
It was at that point that I understood what I was watching. This was a live footage of the bombings in Hiroshima back in 1945. Only this wasn't some silly footage of an atomic cloud; it was something far more sinister and real.
Second image: I can't recall it right now. Should've written this down earlier.
The third image was the most vivid and by far the one that moved me the most. Another extreme closeup to the head of a rotund japanese man with a black goatee, and short, spiky head.
Same blinding light, same deafening noise. Same scorching heat.
His head exploded in the same way, as if something had burst from within it. Pieces of his skull expelled like shrapnel, his right eye and blood, forming a perect red arc... pulsating, glistening under the Hiroshima sun and the atomic glow.
Woke up with some nasty sleep paralysis and an awful feel of dread, as if someone stomped on my chest with his military boot.
