For every beginning there is an end.

Another weird dream hit me last night. And it had a very prominent japanese theme. I remember an office. With cubicles. And I was one of those working there. Then I got a strange call, stating that it was time to go, and that I was needed. I still wasn't sure what was going on, and as I exited the building, it was drizzling lightly and a red convertible was waiting for me outside. It's driver stated that he was to be my defense partner, and it was someone that I didn't know at all. I said nothing and got in.

The next thing I knew, I was at this hillside fort, sitting amongst the grass and just waiting. The wind was blowing and there were yellow flowers in the air. I was dressed in a black and white ninjitsu suit, with a blade lying on my lap. My partner was talking to me in some incomprehensible language, when suddenly the wind picked up. I remember the wind being deafening at this point as we started to fight against the invisible foe, who would only appear when dead. I was blind fighting, and I felt their blades slashing close to me, but for some reason we were winning, until I got hit. And the world collapsed.

I found myself in a room in a suit. Melvin was there and he said he needed to go for lunch with his girlfriend. I nodded, left the room and ended up in some basement sushi restaurant in some complex or building. And while I was at the restaurant, I became witness to some sort of terrorist takeover. They were masqurading as the restaurant staff and I vaguely remember something about powering down the building and bombing the elevator shafts. They activated some sort snow machine, and everything started to freeze, including me. I remember weapons, but for the life of me couldn't remember if they were firearms or melee weapons. And my left hand was somehow warm as showflakes were falling around me. I looked down and realised that I was holding on to some sort of glowing blade. A woman appeared; long haired, chinese, tall; in an overcoat and a winter scarf and started talking to the ringleader, which was an indian guy with an afro and in one of those red retainer male kimono outfits, and he started the countdown. And I charged them.

But it was weird, because I was killing. Both men and women. I don't know how but I did. Until everything vap0red. And I died. Again. And they called out to me. Again.

And people wonder why I don't sleep earlier, if I do sleep at all.