Last night I dreamed that I went to Japan.
I was trying to find my seat and was in the back of the plane and realized I had a 7 seat. So I went back up to the front where the seats were bigger and Angela was on one side and Danny to my left. We weren’t First Class yet there weren’t any seats ahead of us. I was talking with Angela about how I’d decided on my trip from Vancouver that I had to fly something other than Coach to Japan because I didn’t want to spend 11 hours on a plane with my knees to my chin.
Mimi was there on the other side of the aisle and she had a little baby (6-9 months or so?) with her. The baby was fussy so I asked to hold her. She was pretty cute and bouncing on my lap and stuff and then I felt a vibration and I said, “Uh oh, did you fart or was that something worse?” Then she started kind of twitching and I asked Mimi if the baby had powers and Mimi said yes; I handed her back and said, “You should write down what she’s saying, she’s delivering a prophecy.”
On the plane I was so excited to be going and wanted to tell Plushateer but then I realized I was supposed to be going with Plushateer and she wasn’t here. This trip was too soon. This was October and I was supposed to be going with her in March. I was worried she’d be mad I went ahead without her but I LINEd her and she said if I had the opportunity to go, I should go, and then we’d go together again in March.
We got to Japan and my mom and brother were there with me and mom was driving. She had directions on an index card to a bilingual B&B-type place we’d booked. I was surprised at how quickly we got out of the city and into the countryside.
I was arguing with mom about directions but the building was on 69th Street and we were on 88th and so 69th Street came into view and it was this very large yellow multi-storey building. We got out with our luggage and they were at the top of the steps waiting for us.
We were in the parlor with the lady who ran the B&B and a couple of scruffy guys, one of whom was her husband. We were sitting around a table eating halved oranges. Well, Zack and I were just holding our orange halves. Then one of the guys had a big pot and said something about a better idea of what to do with the oranges and any that weren’t eaten, we put in the pot. The lady of the house licked off a spoon and then dipped it in the sugar jar to put sugar in the pot. At the time I thought, “We can’t stay here when I come with Plushateer. We need to get a real hotel. She would die if she saw that.” And as if to confirm my suspicions, the lady kept stirring the sugar and some water and the oranges and licking the spoon occasionally.
Zack had handed over his orange halves with some snotty comment about how he didn’t eat fruit and then one of the guys got mad and they started bitching at each other. Zack kept bitching until finally I said, “Zack. That guy went to the other room. He’s not even here.” I thought to myself, “I’m glad I brought him this trip. I cannot take him with me on the trip with Plushateer and ITGuy if he’s going to act like this.”
Whatever the guy was making in the pot never turned out because he tried putting it in a much smaller bowl and spilled half of it on the table, the rest mounded and ugly and very unappetizing in the smaller bowl.
The lady needed to go out for some grocery shopping and I volunteered to go with her because I needed to get out of the house. We went downstairs and her husband followed and then I didn’t see him anywhere. The garage was downstairs and I got into the passenger side of a baby blue Bug. I kept looking around for the husband because I thought maybe he was coming with us and I didn’t know if he wanted this seat. The lady didn’t say anything but started backing up. We backed out through three garages; the husband wasn’t there because he’s had to move his pickup from one of the garages behind us so we could back out. I thought, “Everything’s so stacked on top of each other. Even the garages.”
We managed to get on the road and there were all these really cute shops lining the street and I thought it’d be fun just to walk around and look in all of them. That’s when I realized we were in London. Or the London-themed part of Tokyo..? I thought of bringing Plushateer and ITGuy back to see this but it wasn’t very Japanese so I wasn’t sure.
We didn’t stop at any of the shops, we just kept driving. It felt like we were driving in loops and circles and I thought, “Ah. Fucking roundabouts.”
At this point I realized I was dreaming and told myself I needed to remember to tell Plushateer about all of this. She asked how I knew Danny; I said I went to school with him.