Last night, I had a strange dream. Usually, people forget the details of their dreams but somehow I don’t.

In my dream, I was a soldier, and we were on a shore, waiting for our enemy’s ships to appear and supposed to destroy and sink them down. There were about 200 persons on the ground.

Thirty minutes waiting and the enemy’s ships haven’t arrived yet, but somehow people start feeling the fear of death. The guy on my right told me that he’s really scared. And if he got out there alive, he wanted to be a sculpturer, something that he had been dreaming to be. And then, people start telling each other about their dreams, things that they wanted to do, something that they regretted, and the people that they really love. Until I woke up from my dream, the enemies never appeared.

Well, that’s what you got when you’re just finish reading ‘Veronika Decides to Die‘ (by Paulo Coelho) before going to bed.

People would blame the field commander for not doing his job motivating his troops but I think that’s just natural. People start appreciating their life (and the person that they love) during the end of their life.

FYI, I don’t play war-theme games. I hate them. That’s why I was so sad when Gear of Wars was voted as the best game for 2006. But I wasn’t surprised. I just know that this is the trend of game industry right now.

Most gamers think war is about glorious and fights for freedom, but I think war is the biggest tragedy for humankind. No matter which side wins, they both lose.

Peace Bro!