OOC: Diary of a Boy Sleeping
(OOC: Yes, we all know the little prick is still in acoma, but here's a peak into what Sasuke is doing in dream land. And yes, he's still out. I just felt like amusing myself.)
A coma sucks. It especially sucks if you’ve been in it long enough to know you are in a coma. If you are in it for that long, you get very bored and the shock of what your brother did to your brain eventually breaks apart like gravel. Oh, its still there. It always has been and always will be, but you are too busy trying to do things to distract yourself and wait for the boredom to pass or wear off (or for some one to pull the plug and for it to be all over, just because you are so bored).
You begin to play games with yourself in between bizarre dreams (or in them). It’s bad when you know you are dreaming but the dream won’t stop repeating itself because you can’t make them stop. The dreams alternate. Sometimes you’re dreaming of that bastard standing over your parents, other times you dream of Naruto being turned into an orange cat and passing out candy canes. The first dream you can’t help but pay attention to it every time it passes because it reminds you of the past and where you are. The second type of dream (another one being where you’re sitting in class naked, but no one notices (which is surprising due to the amount of fangirls you know you have but ignore because their all idiots) lets you know you are dreaming and you get through this normally by playing games in your head. Like seeing if you can take control of the dream or seeing how high you can count without loosing count.
Unfortunately, every time you gain control of the dream, it always switches back to the nightmare with your parents. It’s understandable. You’ve been stuck in that nightmare for four years and will never get out as long as their murderer is alive.
A coma sucks. It especially sucks if you’ve been in it long enough to know you are in a coma. If you are in it for that long, you get very bored and the shock of what your brother did to your brain eventually breaks apart like gravel. Oh, its still there. It always has been and always will be, but you are too busy trying to do things to distract yourself and wait for the boredom to pass or wear off (or for some one to pull the plug and for it to be all over, just because you are so bored).
You begin to play games with yourself in between bizarre dreams (or in them). It’s bad when you know you are dreaming but the dream won’t stop repeating itself because you can’t make them stop. The dreams alternate. Sometimes you’re dreaming of that bastard standing over your parents, other times you dream of Naruto being turned into an orange cat and passing out candy canes. The first dream you can’t help but pay attention to it every time it passes because it reminds you of the past and where you are. The second type of dream (another one being where you’re sitting in class naked, but no one notices (which is surprising due to the amount of fangirls you know you have but ignore because their all idiots) lets you know you are dreaming and you get through this normally by playing games in your head. Like seeing if you can take control of the dream or seeing how high you can count without loosing count.
Unfortunately, every time you gain control of the dream, it always switches back to the nightmare with your parents. It’s understandable. You’ve been stuck in that nightmare for four years and will never get out as long as their murderer is alive.