About two thirds of the way through Itamimaru's watch, Kisame sits up abrupty.  He's covered in sweat and breathing heavily, his chakra swirling visibly about him.  He looks around wide eyed, realizing that it was only a dream.  He takes a few moments to compose himself, his eyes quickly finding and counting his squad mates.<br/><br/>He'd been having nightmares on rare occasions ever since the<em>chunin</em>exam.   He'd only taken it twice and it had been probably the most brutal one in decades.  He'd become seperated from the rest of what had then been his squad and ambushed by a group of six sand ninja.  The battle had been one of the toughest that he'd ever fought and he was able to kill them all, though he'd nearly been killed himself.  It was the first time he'd killed but hardly the last, but what had shaken him was when he'd found what was left of his squadmates a day later.<br/><br/>He pulled his knees up to his chest while he regained his composure, then signaled for Itamimaru.  "You might as well go back to bed."  He whispered to the other.  "I'm not getting back to sleep any time soon, anyways."