This is a dream.

I am about to wake up, therefore I am aware that this is a dream.

But the emotions coursing through me upon watching a scene I can neither understand, nor forget are troubling me.

Konoha in the distance, and the fourth Hokage...

And the fourth Hokage is standing amidst a massacre.

Trees uprooted, earth scorched, a battlefield.

What seem like thousands of corpses are strewn around everywhere like broken dolls, bleading their hopes, dreams and ultimately their lives into the ground.

But what is even worse.

The sound of feasting crows.

Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.
Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.
Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.

The man was crying.

Although a patriotical member of Konoha's military force would not be able to imagine the strongest Kage to ever live cry like a child, one would not be able to deny the scenery around the man.

For somebody who desires Happiness, Love and Peace, this is heresy.

Because it denies him his own chosen reason for life and makes him a hypocrite.

The Fourth falls to his knees, his three pronged kunai falling from his hand.

Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.
Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.
Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.

This is a nightmare.

It cannot be a normal dream with such a picture.

I am about to wake up.

I am going to wake up.

But why is there still a sliver of doubt?

I move.

I do not know why or how, but my footsteps carry me before the wailing figure.

Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.

This is a nightmare.

This is a nightmare, because his eyes stare at mine and accuse me of genocide.

This is a nightmare, because I cannot force myself to deny it.

What's wrong?

I obviously never commited that crime.

So why is it that I feel guilty?

So why is it that I feel pain?

Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.
Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.
Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.

Please.

Please wake up.

Because if I do not wake up now, I am going to break.

I am going to break like the man before me and I am never going to wake up.

Please somebody, wake me up.

The world shakes and I fall.

I fall through the ground.

I am falling back into consciousness.

But just in that moment I realize that the fourth Hokage had never, in fact, worn Hashirama's necklace.

Kra. Kraaa Kraaa.

The only thing he would remember from this dream are the sounds of the crows, haunting him like an inevitability.