dream.

sometimes when you dream, you have flashbacks of past memories flowing back into your unconsciousness. in monochrome playback, i saw myself on the brink of breakdown only to be hauled up by the seniors who believed in a dream so much that they would give their lives for it, and they were not going to leave anyone behind. when they failed, i remember that Iwo Jima-like symbol clasping the flag with an outpouring of tears. somehow in the dream i saw myself crying too. then i felt so much to be part of something great. now i feel part of nothing but dreams and memories, an anachronistic being.