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 she went back and left me with this
huge suitcases,
really big suitcases that are almost as big as me and probably bigger
than her.
And I was supposed to bring it all back.
I don't know why,
but
I was trying to
figure out how to do that.
It seemed daunting,
but
there was this guy,
I think he was the son
or the tenant,
the joint tenant of this
old Japanese lady that we'd stayed with.
And she was this strict lady,
a disproving character.
And I had to
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.
He knew what I had to do
to make it right by her.
I don't know what to do,
but
I remember he helped me going into this corner shop.
It had a slush machine, you know, slush.
It's this
crushed ice that's constantly blending,
but there was no ice.
It wasn't slush.
It was vegetable stock made noodles.
Little broken noodles made out of vegetable stock.
I don't know what you're supposed to do with it.
Maybe eat it,
maybe put it in hot water and then drink it.
They have all sorts of machines and things like that over there.
He helped me with that.
He helped me press all the right buttons.
And I was feeling really grateful,
even though
I don't know how I was actually going to bring
suitcases back.
I didn't finish the dream.
There was no resolution.
There was a possibility
for one.