I had a dream last night,
that I'm in Japan,
by myself.
My friend had just gone back
and left me there.
She left me
by myself there, I don't know why.
But she went back and left me with this huge,
really big suitcases,
that are almost as big as me.
Probably bigger than her.
And
I was supposed to bring it all back with me.
I don't know why.
And I was trying to figure out how to do that.
But
there was this guy,
I think he was maybe the son of
a tenant,
a joint tenant,
of this
poor Japanese lady,
that we'd stayed with.
And she was this strict lady,
with this approving
character.
And I had to kind of tie all the knots,
to make sure I can leave
without feeling
guilty.
Or without feeling like there's something,
I'm still leaving there,
unresolved.
And I
had this guy
with me.
And he knew what I had to do,
to make it right by her.
He was
helping me out.
I don't know what he did for me, but
I remember he helped me going
into this corner shop.
It had a slush machine.
Slush, you know.
It's this kind of crushed ice,
that is constantly blended.
But
there was no ice.
It was more of a slush.
Vegetable stock,
made noodles.
Little broken noodles,
made out of vegetable stock.
But I don't know what you're supposed to do with it.
Maybe eat it.
Maybe put it in hot water.
All sorts of machines,
and things like that over there.
But he helped me with that.
He helped me press the right buttons.
And I was feeling really grateful.
Even though I don't know
how I was
actually going to bring the suitcases back.
I didn't finish the dream.
There was no resolution.
There was a possibility for one.
So it wasn't a nightmare.