6/25/17

Last night I dreamed about Legend of Galactic Heroes.

Cling wrap, stuck together and not flattening out.

I dreamed I was in school and I couldn’t remember which locker was mine. They were square like Japanese shoe lockers and similarly, had no locks. So I guessed which one was mine and was able to open it; I was wrong. Mine was the row below. 22-something. I didn’t know what books to take to class and someone said, “All of them!” and I was incredulous; I couldn’t take all of them, there were too many and they were too big and I had no backpack. So I grabbed what I could.

Herr T was teaching Japanese. I was laughing at the long-winded translations we were assigned to do. I thought, “Leave it to the Japanese language to require so much to say so little.” And then I said, “I don’t know why I’m doing this; I hated school when I had to go. I’m an adult–why the hell am I here doing this when I don’t have to?”

People were playing soccer outside. I believe Mary was one of them.

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5/26/17

Last night I dreamed about Japanese grammar and etiquette. Sekizan was there as an example. I don’t think I was “in” the dream, just observing it.

I had another dream about a milk jug that had a small hole in the side toward the top. I didn’t think it would matter much since it was close to the mouth anyway but it made it surprisingly difficult and messy to pour.