My last night was... unsavoury, to say the least.

I dreamt of Rammstein; a band that has been an important support for me for quite some time. They were standing in the middle of a storm, all six, holding on to each other. They used each other as anchors, and were quick to hold out their hands if one of them were about to get blown away by the wind. I remember Kruspe holding on to Lindemann very hard; he said something to him, but I couldn't hear because of the wind.

This morning, I read in the news that a storm had hit Australia. And... Rammstein is currently touring in Australia.

I'm going to give up sleeping soon. Or perhaps one of you could borrow me your Tekken dreams?