Last night was rough, to say the least. The F.A.S.T crew (minus Skidmark) all had nightmares at the same time. It was like we were all sharing a twisted dream world where our worst fears came to life.
In Burn's nightmare, he saw Skidmark jump off a cliff, disappearing into the darkness below. The image of his friend falling haunted him even after he woke up in a cold sweat.
Smoove's dream was even worse - he witnessed Skidmark being torn limb from limb by some monstrous creature. The sound of bones snapping and flesh ripping echoed in his mind long after he opened his eyes.
Turbo couldn't shake off the scene from his nightmare where Skidmark sacrificed himself to save Turbo from an unknown attacker. The sight of blood staining the ground still felt too real for comfort.
And then there was my own nightmare, where I saw Skidmark suffocating right before my eyes. I could feel the panic rising within me as I tried desperately to save him, only to wake up gasping for air myself.
Lastly, Whiplash shared with us that in her dream she saw Skidmark take his own life right in front of her eyes - a chilling thought that left us all feeling unsettled and disturbed.
It's strange how our subconscious minds can conjure up such dark scenarios when we're fast asleep and vulnerable. But what truly shook me is how each one of us experienced different ways in which we lost our dear friend Skidmark - it felt like something ominous lurking beneath the surface waiting to strike at any moment.
I don't know what this means or if it holds any significance beyond just bad dreams, but one thing is certain: we need to stick together as a team now more than ever. Our bond may be tested by these haunting visions, but together we can overcome anything that comes our way.