Tuesday, June 24, 2014


I was there again... At that grass field. This widespread field of grass is a place I remember being in often in my dreams. Anyways...

I was practicing karate alongside an older master. He had long, black hair tied back and a short beard. He was wearing a black karate gi. I can almost remember everything we were practicing, like I had actually received real training. The one thing I can't remember entirely clearly was the kata he was teaching me. In martial arts, a kata is a sequence of techniques in a set pattern. I couldn't follow him at all, but he kept encouraging me to keep trying. Sometime after we were done training, I woke up.

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