Had a rough night last night. Couldn't shake off this eerie feeling that lingered over me like a dark cloud. It was as if someone had cast a spell on all of us, the F.A.S.T crew, except for Skidmark, who seemed to be blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing within our dreams.
In my nightmare, I saw Skidmark taking his own life. The image haunted me even after waking up in cold sweat. It felt so real, so vivid that I couldn't help but wonder if it held some hidden meaning or warning.
Burn's dream was no less disturbing - watching Skidmark leap off a cliff sent shivers down my spine. Smoove's vision of him being torn apart by a monstrous entity only added to the sense of dread hanging in the air.
Turbo's dream hit closest to home - seeing Skidmark sacrifice himself to save Turbo made me question whether we truly appreciate those around us until they're gone. And White Shadow's suffocation scene left me gasping for air myself.
As much as I hate admitting it, these nightmares have shaken me to my core. They've made me realize how fragile and precious life can be...how easily everything we hold dear can slip away from our grasp in an instant.
But amidst all this darkness and uncertainty, there is one thing that remains constant - our bond as teammates and friends. We may not always see eye-to-eye or understand each other completely, but deep down, we care for one another more than words could ever express.
So here I am today, trying to make sense of what happened last night while keeping up appearances as Whiplash – the tough leader with walls higher than most skyscrapers… But deep inside lies someone who longs for connection and understanding just like anyone else.
Until next time, Whiplash