Dreams of the First Age
“If you wish for the wisdom dear friend,
Be sure that you would pay in blood”
From the litanies of the Prince.
Unbound by the vitality of Godhammer
I’m having nightmares again. The good thing is that those are the old type of nightmares, with flames, carnage and the regular razor wire snaking around and tearing into people. At least I know how to deal with those dreams and turn them around themselves so I can sleep for more then 2-3 hours per night.
But 5 hours of sound sleep isn’t enough in the long run.
Maybe it’s the new base and general annoyance with army life that leads me down old paths again, but I find it highly unlikely. I know that the next phase of change is going to happen quite soon - sooner then I expected considering the amount of adaptation that had been done lately. It makes me nervous, edgy and somewhat hardheaded.
More aggressive then I have ever been and more careless then I want to be are the quirks developing and gaining some finely honed edge. Being aloof doesn’t look all that bad these days when being surrounded by idiots is a daily chore.
I don’t know when will it end or how, but all this build up is going to burst up sometime. Hopefully, with enough restraint and will, this next phase would be harnessed toward the goals I’m aiming too.
At least the Prince is quiet.
Be sure that you would pay in blood”
From the litanies of the Prince.
Unbound by the vitality of Godhammer
I’m having nightmares again. The good thing is that those are the old type of nightmares, with flames, carnage and the regular razor wire snaking around and tearing into people. At least I know how to deal with those dreams and turn them around themselves so I can sleep for more then 2-3 hours per night.
But 5 hours of sound sleep isn’t enough in the long run.
Maybe it’s the new base and general annoyance with army life that leads me down old paths again, but I find it highly unlikely. I know that the next phase of change is going to happen quite soon - sooner then I expected considering the amount of adaptation that had been done lately. It makes me nervous, edgy and somewhat hardheaded.
More aggressive then I have ever been and more careless then I want to be are the quirks developing and gaining some finely honed edge. Being aloof doesn’t look all that bad these days when being surrounded by idiots is a daily chore.
I don’t know when will it end or how, but all this build up is going to burst up sometime. Hopefully, with enough restraint and will, this next phase would be harnessed toward the goals I’m aiming too.
At least the Prince is quiet.