I had a dream about Uruha, one of the guitarists in the GazettE.
I got the opportunity to meet him. He knew a person who knew my brother or something like that. I think this “other person” was his sister who weird enough was German.
Anyway, me and Uruha sat on a very high gantry on a beach, reading some mystic message on a stone plate. It was blood on the plate, probably a sacrifice.
I was very ecstatic since Uruha is such an idol of mine. I had a hard time to understand that I’ve finally met him (I’m a silly fan-girl) but he didn’t seem to be able to say much in English.
Suddenly, me and Uruha played a video-game called “RTS” or “RTL” about an animal who was partly wolf and partly a blue and white soccer-ball. At one moment I got the favor to comb Uruha’s hair and apparently he had really bad, scrubby, sparse hair and his scalp was covered with eczema and pimples, but he seemed to be happy anyway.
Categories: The GazettE (ガゼット)